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thaliaisalesbian · 10 months ago

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i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 19: i see you smile

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20

Things had been fine, but Steve’s been quiet since his mom sent them to his room. Sure, Mom and Hopper might talk over dinner, but it’s not going to be anything bad. He doesn’t know what happened, unless something else is hurting and Steve just wants to deal with it on his own.

Will and El bring a tray of food—it looks like Hopper picked up one of those cheese and meat trays at the store, and some crackers and fruit, too. Something easy.

“There is soda in the kitchen.” El says, far too solemnly for it not to be a little funny. “I will get Steve his.”

Jonathan can’t tell if Steve’s asleep or not. “Steve, you want a pop?” He doesn’t know where El picked up saying soda, it’s not like any of them do it. Steve just hums again, like talking would be too much effort.

He’d said he was tired, but Jonathan doesn’t know what to do with this. Even when they’d been carrying him back home, when he’d been bleeding out, he’d been talking.

“I’ll get you one, Jonathan. But the next one you have to get yourself.” Will says, following El out. She hadn’t even waited for an answer.

“The kids brought our food, babe. You can always eat later, too, we can save your plate.” He knows that sometimes, when he was in pain, Steve wouldn’t eat because he felt too sick. Maybe that’s what’s going on.

Steve doesn’t respond at all this time.

After they eat—Steve does sit up for a few minutes, but he only really drinks the Sprite El had brought him—the kids go back out to sit with Mom and Hopper.

“Do you want to go watch TV with everyone?” He still hasn’t said a word. Steve just shrugs, and it’s worrying but also frustrating. Why can’t Steve just tell him what’s going on?

Jonathan would be able to help if he actually had an idea of what’s bothering Steve.

“Steve, what’s wrong? Is it your ankle? Your side? Why won’t you just tell me?” Steve just shrugs again.

Whatever. If Steve wants to be upset about something or in pain or whatever it is that’s going on with him, he can. Jonathan wants to spend time with his family, and Steve can stay here and mope.

“I’m going to go watch TV with them, okay?” He tries to keep his voice even, but he doesn’t do a very good job. “You can come and join us if you want. If you just want to sleep, that’s okay too.”

“Steve sleeping?” His mom doesn’t even make him make something up, she just offers it on a platter.

“Yeah.”

“Being up is still wearing him out that much?” Hopper frowns, looking at Jonathan’s door worriedly. “Maybe he shouldn’t be on his own yet. Or in school. That’ll take a lot out of him for sure.”

“I think he did something to his ankle.” Jonathan settles in next to Will. “He seems excited about going back to school.” It’s something Jonathan’s been saying a lot these days.

Personally, he wouldn’t be going back. He knows that Steve wants something normal again, but Jonathan would take the pass for what it was and stay away for the rest of the year.

“Maybe he should wait.”

“Jim, he wants to go back. He’s been working hard on his make-up work. He’s going to have bad days here and there, but it’s ridiculous to think we can stop him from doing anything.” Mom says. Suddenly, Jonathan thinks he knows what they talked about while they had the living room to themselves.

Steve could have just asked, they would have told him. And if he were out here, he’d know!

“Is Steve staying here again?” El asks. “I want him to come back to the cabin.”

“If he’s already asleep, El, we’re going to let him sleep.” Hopper tells her. “He can come back with us if he wants to, though.”

“I miss our reading time.” El stares at Jonathan’s door like she can summon Steve. Maybe she can, most of the kids seem to be able to do that. “We will not have reading time once he leaves.”

“No, not every night.” Hopper agrees. “But we can figure something out, okay?” El seems satisfied with that, for now, so they can watch Jeopardy in peace.

When the episode’s over, Jonathan goes back to his room. Steve’s not asleep, he’s staring at the wall, and he doesn’t move when Jonathan comes in.

“El wants to know if you’re going back to the cabin tonight.” Jonathan doesn’t know if he wants Steve to do that or not. Earlier, he would have said no. Right now, he kind of wants him to leave. “She said she misses your reading time.”

Steve doesn’t react. Why isn’t he saying anything? Or doing anything? Why’d he shut down? The day had been going so well, they’d had lunch with Nancy and then come home and things had been fine!

“Steve, are you ignoring me? Are you mad? What happened?”

Steve looks at him, now, but when he opens his mouth, he doesn’t say anything.

What the fuck, Steve.

“Do you need Mom or Hopper? Would they help?”

Steve shakes his head. “Then what, Steve? I don’t know what’s going on!”

Jonathan doesn’t raise his voice; he doesn’t want anyone else hearing. And it seems like Steve’s not talking at all, so he won’t be alerting anyone.

Steve just stares at him, before patting the bed. Okay, so Steve wants him to sit, or something.

“Did something else happen? Did you have a nightmare?” Jonathan sits, but he’s still pissed. He’s just trying to help, and Steve’s not giving him anything!

Steve shrugs again. “Do you want me to call Nancy?”

No response, but Jonathan wants to know if Nancy knows anything about this.

“Will, can I borrow your walkie?” He doesn’t have a phone line in his room, and as much as he’s upset at Steve, he doesn’t want to be that far away from him.

“What for?”

“We want to talk to Nancy.”

“Can’t you use the phone? Mike, give your walkie to Nancy.” Will whines, but he hands it over anyway. Mom would have made him put it away soon, so it’s not like he could have been on it for much longer.

Mike must keep the ‘talk’ button pushed down the whole time, because Jonathan can hear him grumbling as he goes up to Nancy’s room.

“Nancy! Your dumb boyfriend wants to talk to you.”

“Mike.”

“I’m not supposed to like any of your boyfriends!” Mike says; he must slam Nancy’s door behind him.

“Jonathan? Steve? What’s going on?”

“Hey, Nance.” Jonathan starts, looking at Steve to see if he’ll react. “Steve’s just kind of—not talking to me? He won’t tell me what’s wrong, or if he’s in pain, or had a nightmare, nothing. He’s barely even been reacting to me.”

“Is he completely uncommunicative, or is he just not talking?”

“He’s just not talking.”

“Sometimes he just does that, then. Just needs to be quiet for a while. I don’t think he usually knows when it’s going to happen. Wait, can he hear me?”

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

“Hey, Steve.” Nancy just talks to them for a while, telling them about her homework and what Holly’s been getting into now.

Steve never says a word, and Jonathan can’t tell if it’s helping or not.

Why would neither of them tell him that this is a common thing? So that he wouldn’t react this way when it happened?

Did they just not think of it, or was it not important enough to tell him?

Jonathan pushes those thoughts down for now. He’s not going to ask those questions now, but he wants to know why he wasn’t told.

Better yet, he wants to know how he can help.

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Steve lets Nancy and Jonathan’s conversation go right over his head. He’d been paying attention, earlier, when Nancy had first started talking, but he doesn’t want to focus on anything right now. It’s not the pain, his ankle doesn’t hurt right now. Laying down has helped a lot.

In fact, nothing hurts right now, he doesn’t even have a headache. This—this silence thing makes more sense when he’s in pain.

He hates this. He hates not knowing what’s going on in his own head. He should be able to figure that out.

He wants to be able to tell Jonathan what’s going on for himself. He wants to be able to talk to Nancy. He doesn’t know why he can’t.

It hadn’t been frustrating earlier. He’d just been… resigned? He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’s looking for.

Steve had just been accepting of it, when it had first happened. It’s not normal, maybe, but it doesn’t happen a lot. He’s gotten used to it. It’s just that he’s usually alone when it happens, and there’s no one to notice. Sure, Nancy has seen it once or twice, but she hadn’t acted like this about it.

And now Jonathan’s all upset, and he called Nancy, and now it’s hard. Steve can’t be numb to it anymore. He can’t just be. He feels like he has to explain, or something, but he can’t.

He wants to tell Jonathan that he’s not doing anything wrong, that there’s nothing he can do to fix this, it’s just what happens sometimes.

But he can’t do that, because he can’t talk.

He just can’t.

“Hey, Steve, do you want to change?” Jonathan’s tone has changed a little. Softer. Steve doesn’t know if he likes it or not.

He wants to keep Jon’s clothes on. He wants to disappear.

Steve shakes his head. “Okay, I’m going to change and then get in bed with you.” He doesn’t have to narrate everything he’s doing. Steve’s not a little kid, and he’s not that dumb.

But he can’t make words come out of his mouth to say that.

“Steve, I don't know what’s going on, but it’s okay. We can figure it out, and maybe in the morning you’ll be able to write or say what’s bugging you.”

He doesn’t know what’s bugging him. Other than that he made Jonathan upset, that’s bugging him. But he doesn’t know what else is wrong.

“Good night, Steve.” Jonathan kisses his cheek and takes the position of big spoon.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t mind, but for some reason it feels restricting tonight.

Why can’t he just tell Jonathan that? It should be easy, right? Just tell Jonathan what he’s thinking.

But he still can’t make anything come out of his mouth.

Steve wants to go back to not really caring that this is happening. That was a lot easier than doing all of this. He wasn’t upset, he wasn’t angry, he was just… numb. There was nothing going on, and while he’d cared that Jonathan was upset, it hadn’t been like this.

It hadn’t made it hard to sleep. It hadn’t made it feel like he shouldn’t be here with Jonathan. There had just been nothing.

But he can’t do that, either, no matter how hard he tries to get the numbness to wash over him again.

It’s her last week at school without Steve here. Jonathan’s going to be driving him, at least for the first few days. She’s excited for Steve to be here, of course, but she’s also worried that something will happen,

Nancy doesn’t think anyone else knows, yet, that he’s coming back next week. The staff who do know obviously haven’t spread it around.

“He was talking this morning.” Jonathan leans against her locker, not quite in the same way Steve used to.

“That’s good.” Nancy’s really only been around a couple of times when Steve’s needed to be quiet like that. He hasn’t told her much about it. “Did he tell you anything about it?”

“No. Do you know anything?”

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. The couple of times it’s happened around me, he hasn’t explained.”

Maybe he doesn’t know; maybe he just doesn’t want to talk about it. Nancy doesn’t know which it is and she’s never asked.

Maybe she should have. She might have been able to help more last night.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jonathan seems… almost angry. “I thought he was ignoring me, I got upset with him.”

“I just didn’t think of it. The ones I saw were pretty far apart, I don’t think it happens a lot. If I’d realized it was a frequent thing, I would have said something to you and Steve, and we could have figured out a plan.”

Which is something they’re going to have to do now. She, at least, will be happier once they have a plan in place to handle it. Maybe there are signs, maybe they need a signal. She’ll have to see if she can find anything about these episodes of silence.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Nance.” Jonathan must be reading her mind. “We have to talk to Steve before we do anything about it.”

She just wants to know. She wants to be armed with the right information before they sit down about this. If she knows what’s going on, she can actually do something about it.

“You’re going to look it up anyway, aren’t you?” Jonathan pushes off of her locker. “Well, I’m going to be in the dark room after school today, so I guess you can swing by when you’re done. I don’t know how much packing Steve is going to get done today.”

“He’s got all week!” He doesn’t need to be done today, that’s ridiculous.

“Irene and Owens are coming by today for a checkup, and apparently they’re going to give him some exercises to do.”

“That does not sound fun.”

“I think his other option is to not do them and possibly never be able to play sports again competitively.”

Nancy… hadn’t thought it was that severe. Sure, Steve had been injured quite badly, but he’s healing up so well! Aside from the one infection, he’s been fine, and he can even move around a lot better now.

“What’s he going to do, though?” Basketball season is over, or just about, so that was out anyway. “I feel like he has a sport every season.”

“Yeah. He can’t, this year. Maybe not next year, either.” Jonathan takes her hand as the halls get more crowded. “You’ve got that test today, right? You’re gonna kill it.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Getting cocky?” And that’s an expression Jonathan’s stolen straight off of Steve. “Suits you, Miss Wheeler.”

“Oh, don’t you start.”

“Well, it does. I’ll see you at lunch.”

As is usual now, people talk around her, but not to her. They can say what they want—she knows what she has, and none of what they think about it matters.

If only she could get her mom to see that.

Nancy is sent down to the office when she finishes her test—apparently Jonathan had turned some of Steve’s completed assignments in, and there’s more to pick up.

“He must be really bored, if he’s doing his schoolwork.” She hears one of the teachers in the back room remark. She can’t put a face to the voice, though.

Nancy wants to. Steve might not be the smartest in the school, but he understands things in ways she can’t. She hadn’t seen it, when they’d first been dating, and he hides it well under that famous smile and charm. People assume he’s all about sports and girls and nothing else.

“He’s always done good work in my class, but sometimes he’ll flip numbers around. His answers are almost always right when I use his numbers, though.”

“That means it’s still wrong.”

“Not if he did the problem in the right way and got an answer.”

“I was told he did well in history, last year. This year that’s not the case.”

“Are you having them read or lecturing?”

“Most of their assignments are reading, of course.”

“Those are the problems he struggles with most, in my class. The word problems. But he manages.”

“He can read, he’s a senior in high school.” She doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but it does get her thinking a little. Have any of the other teachers noticed this? Has this been a problem for Steve for a long time, or could it have something to do with his concussions?

Nancy shakes the thoughts away quickly, holding the folder tightly to her. There’s no one in the halls to try and steal it, but she doesn’t want anything to fall out.

She kind of wants to see if these packets have any of his graded work, but she’s not going to look through it before Steve gets a chance.

If they do have his graded work, though… she might have an idea. For when he comes back. She can add it to the little surprise that Will suggested—he’d passed the message to her through Mike, and Jonathan was easy to convince.

Nancy’s not sure that it will ever be hard to convince Jonathan to do something for Steve, though. She doesn’t think that either of them realize just how they look at each other. It might actually become a problem, when Steve’s back in school, but it’s cute and she doesn’t really want them to have to stop.

“Wheeler!” Carol Perkins grabs her as she passes the girls’ bathroom. Nancy’s not sure if she’s going to be better or worse than Tommy.

“What do you want?”

“Steve’s coming back.” Carol’s scanning her. “You’ve got work for him. When?”

“That’s his business.”

“Come on, Wheeler, don’t be a stick in the mud. He was my best friend for years, I’m not allowed to ask questions?”

‘No!’ Nancy wants to scream it at her. ‘No, you’re not, not after you and Tommy dropped him as soon as you got a chance.’

Steve had his part in that, she knows, but it’s not like they’d tried either. Even after Hargrove had tried to murder him, all they’d done was stop being seen with him.

She wants to go one day without worrying about this bullshit.

“Listen, if he needs it, whenever he goes home, tell him he can come and stay at mine, okay? I’m close enough. He’ll know what I mean.”

“Why would he do that? He could stay with the Byers’.”

“Is that where he’s been?” Fuck.

“No, he’s been somewhere more private.”

“The Byers’ are further away, and if he’s walking he has to go through the forest. That might not be safe. I know I don’t know a lot, but I miss him, and I’ve been worried. Isn’t that enough?”

Nancy just stares at her.

“So, I don’t know where you were when it happened, but I’m the one who organized the search party. I’m the one who stayed out late looking for him. You found him, maybe, but I wanted to find him too. I wanted him home as much as you did.”

Well, Nancy doubts that, but since Carol doesn’t know about the Upside Down, she’ll give her a pass on that one.

“He’s okay, right? That’s all I want to know right now.” She asks Joyce this at least once a week.

Nancy doesn’t know what answers Joyce has been giving her.

“He’s okay.”

“And he’s doing schoolwork. And he’s been seen out around town.”

“Yes.”

For the first time since she grabbed her, something in Carol’s face softens. “Will you tell him? That I miss him? I know it’s not enough, but I don’t want to say everything I need to through you.”

Then Carol looks her up and down again, shifting back to someone a little harder, a little meaner.

“Wheeler, if you break his heart again, I will destroy you. You and Byers running off together—that was cruel. I won’t pretend I know what’s going on with you and Steve, or you and Byers, or even Byers and Steve, but if either of you hurt him again I will make sure you get what you deserve this time.”

Nancy thinks about the movie theater marquee. She’s never thought it was solely Steve’s idea, and he’d even cleaned it up after.

Then the rest of Carol’s words catch up with her. ‘Byers and Steve.’ She could ruin their lives with that. Get them run out of town, at best. Get them hunted, beaten, killed at worst.

“You remember that sign? I’ll do so much worse than that. Watch your step.”

Nancy’s not scared of Carol the way she was the other year. Her words don’t hold the same weight. At least not when she’s referring to Nancy. If she tries anything, anything, against Steve and Jonathan, she’s not going to know what hit her.

“I’ll tell him.” Nancy says. “And I don’t know what you’re seeing, but I’m not going to hurt Steve again. I don’t want to hurt him. I didn’t mean to in the first place.”

“Doesn’t matter what you meant, you did. We were hardly talking when it happened and I could tell it was bad.” Carol pauses for a minute. “Thank you, by the way. I’ll let you go now. And if Tommy asks, I didn’t talk to you.”

That’s… interesting. Had Tommy told her not to approach them? Or was it something else?

If Carol’s always been that protective of Steve, Nancy can see why he stayed friends with her for so long.

She’s reminded of some of the rumors that spread, mostly about girls Steve had been seen with, and what she’d heard those girls giggling about—how easy Steve was, how he treated them—before those rumors went around.

She’d tried hard not to listen to them; they’d seemed like the typical small-town rumor. Like they were spread just because of a date, or because someone was mad about something. Most of the time, she’d been pretty good at it.

Carol, or least her circle of girls, was usually the source of the rumors.

Fuck the research she wanted to do, even if it’s for Steve’s health, she wants to ask Steve about this.

She’ll still do her research; it’s already written in her planner, and it is important.

That doesn’t mean she’s not curious about what was really going on with most of the rumors—she’s tried her best to avoid paying any of them much attention before now, because they’d mostly seemed mean and untrue—and asking Steve might be the only way she finds out.

It’s not like she’s going to chase down Carol and ask her, even if part of her wants to.

For today, Nancy’s going to try and keep them out of her head; she’s not even going to mention this to Jonathan at lunch.

Hopefully by the time she sees Steve, she’ll have forgotten all about it.

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sykomuffinrulez · 6 months ago

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Was I the dumbest kid ever? I’ve been playing the Paper Mario Thousand Year Door Remake and I got to the Boggly Woods chapter with the Punies. I was really worried about how hard the game was about to get because when I played the chapter as a child, I was stuck for ages. The time bomb maze followed by Magnus Von Grapple was too much for my nine year old self to handle and I probably got like 10 game overs in that specific spot. So I eventually make it to that exact spot and I’m a little nervous. Crump starts the time bomb… and I escape the Great Tree within like 15 seconds despite me falling and struggling. They give you around 5 minutes. And they didn’t change it. I checked. How did I die there so much as a kid!? I was still apprehensive because Magnus Von Grapple, the bane of my existence as a kid, was next. I… beat him effortlessly in about 4 turns. As an adult, that was the easiest thing ever. Probably helped that I understood what badges and shine sprites did.

#supermario #paper mario thousand year door #magnus von grapple #rant #i sucked at video games as a kid

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gleekto · 2 years ago

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Klaine Advent 2022: Chemistry Sucks (10/?)

Summary: Nerd!Kurt/ Popular!Blaine high school AU - Kurt joins Glee club in his junior year to please his dad, though he’d rather just hide out in the library until he can graduate and get out of Lima.

Turns out he’s not the only gay kid in town. Too bad the other out gay kid is cocky and popular senior, Blaine Anderson. Sure of himself, gets all the solos, things served to him on a platter. Kurt finds him shallow and infuriating.

Blaine finds Kurt square and irritating.

Yet at a party one night, they promise to sleep together if they don’t have other opportunities by the end of the year. A dare. Naturally competitive spirits.

Day 1, Day 2,Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9

Chemistry Sucks (Day 10: Overt)

Blaine can't believe that he finally makes it to the gay youth group - that they finally make it to the gay youth group - and that Kurt is the one who gets pursued. Very overtly.

"So Kurt, he's with you?" Matteo asks Blaine within ten minutes of their arrival when Kurt goes to grab a soda. Blaine stares at him blankly.

"We came together, if that's what you mean."

"No, I mean is he off limits?" Blaine looks at this guy for a moment - curly blonde hair, athletic build, friendly. Apparently outgoing and here for a reason.

"No? I mean we're friends but we're not together. So I mean," Blaine can't believe that he's going to be the one to set Kurt up with the guy who will end their bet. "Go ahead."

"Oh. Oh good. Because I thought maybe there was something - But anyways. That's great. Kurt is cute."

"Kurt is hot. And smart too." Blaine doesn't know why he feels like he has to defend him. This guy is obviously interested. And not bad looking himself. He's taller than Blaine, that's for sure. He's taller than Kurt, actually.

"Yeah, I mean. That's what I meant. But could I ask you a favor then?" Blaine looks at him strangely wondering if he will ever leave. "I"m kind of shy," Yes, buddy. Sure seems like it. "Would you mind-"

"Look, Kurt is my friend but I'm not getting involved in any of this-" He gestures between Matteo and Kurt over at the soda table.

"Will you give me his number then?" Blaine just really wants this conversation to end.

"Sure fine." He sends Matteo Kurt's number as quickly as he can before turning back to Kurt. "I'm just going to grab a drink too."

"Got one for you." Kurt hands him a Sprite before he has a chance to order one himself. That's what he would get anyways, which of course Kurt knew.

"Oh thanks."

"Why do you look like you've been caught with your hands in the cookie jar?" Kurt looks around and sees a curly haired guy holding his phone and smiling widely at him when his phone buzzes.

"Who is...Thinks I'm cute. Matteo? How did he-"

"He just kept asking me about you so I gave him your number," Blaine confesses. "And yes, that's him over there with the dimples." Kurt looks over and then quickly away.

"Blaine, why would you give him my number?" Kurt is obviously irritated when they both hear his phone buzz again.

M: Blaine gave me your number. Said you two weren't together?

Kurt turns to him, seemingly seething. "Well at least that's true," Kurt folds his arms in front of him.

"Honestly I was just trying to get him to stop asking me about you. And maybe I shouldn't have given him the number so quickly but he is cute. And he's your ticket out of our bet, right? And I know you love to win."

Kurt huffs. "I do love to win. But," Kurt looks over at Matteo as neutrally as possible and then back to Blaine. "He's cute. But he's not my type."

"Oh aren't you the one for snap judgments. He's good looking, Kurt. Looks pretty athletic," Blaine's not sure why he's pushing it but he feels like he has to be the good friend here.

"Guess I"m not really the sports-type then," Kurt shrugs. "You know, I'm a glee club guy." Blaine wills himself to suppress the small note of smug satisfaction he has at hearing that. They are not together and they are in fact here for this. They're rivals really. "Look what you've done," Kurt shakes his head over and over. "Now what do I say back?"

"I don't know. Thanks?"

Kurt starts typing and holds up his phone discreetly so Blaine can see.

K: Hey. Well Blaine told you the truth. We aren't together. But I do like him so unfortunately sort of off the market right now. Nice to meet you though :)

"Oh my god, Kurt."

"You got me into this mess. So you will get me out of it," Kurt says intently before hitting send. "I told you I don't settle for second best."

In the end, Blaine thinks they both had a good time. They had managed to both go over to Matteo - as friends - and turns out he goes to Carmel High. And there were a few other guys who were friendly and wanted to check out the all ages night at Scandals over the summer. Blaine would be in New York by then, but still, they all exchanged socials. It's nice to know Kurt won't be alone next year. Blaine obviously isn't taking this whole rivalry with Kurt thing seriously enough, though, because he only experienced the smallest twinge of jealousy that Kurt is the one who got noticed tonight. And he isn't even sure who he was jealous of but he is definitely trying not to think about that.

As he's climbing into bed, his phone buzzes. Kurt again? He just dropped him off. He smiles as he picks up his phone. But it's not Kurt.

Rich: Hi Blaine. It's Rich from the group. Wondering if you'd like to hang out some time?

Ha! No reason to be jealous at all. He did get noticed after all. He immediately shifts the text bubble to Kurt.

B: You'll never guess who just texted me.

K: Rich?

B: What! How did you know?

K: Because he was staring at you all night. And made up that let's all exchange numbers things so he'd have your number.

B: That was so we could meet up in the summer.

K: Mmmhmmm. So when are you meeting up?

Blaine actually hadn't thought about that part.

B: Actually, I don't think we are. Didn't feel the chemistry, you know? Guess he isn't my type.

He closes his phone.

#klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent: overt #gleekto writes #chemistry sucks

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edieblakewrites · 2 months ago

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when i started high school, me & 2 friends would wait together in the mornings for the bus.

one such morning, an older, spritely gentleman (probably late 60's, early 70's) was walking past, jovial and friendly.

as kids you usually don't say hello to strangers, but i lived in the suburbs, & my house was 4 doors down.

"good morning!" he said, in a kind, warm voice, and tipped his head.

he wore a linen fedora. a smart shirt and trousers. he had a backpack.

he introduced himself--Stanley. asked us our names, gave us all hi-5's. "god bless you" he said, then took off again on his brisk walk up the street.

it turned out he walked into town every morning. he went to church, did some errands-- its about a 50-minute walk each way.

if you were early enough to the bus stop, you'd catch him. that was how we found things out. little snippets of his life: his commitment to his god, his daily routine.

one day i walked out my front gate right as he was passing. we said good morning, had a brief chat, then off he went.

that's how he met my mum;

he knew where to leave a card at Christmas, to me, "AND FAMiLY" he wrote, in clunky English letters, "MeRRY CHRiSTMAS. ALL THE BeST. GOD BLeSS".

he left fresh mandarins in a plastic bag hanging on our fence.

left a card at Easter and a block of chocolate.

of course my mum wanted to thank the kind stranger doing these things.

i saw him less & less. i was a teenager: i slept in to the last possible second. eventually got my licence & bought a cheap car--i stopped needing the bus.

but still, he kept on like this; writing holiday cards & leaving small gifts. fresh fruit from his tree in a bag on our front gate.

our family had become a part of his daily routine.

he'd often chat with my mum in the mornings, & when she saw him about in town, she'd give him a lift home - especially on days it was hot or raining.

eventually i finished school. moved out, got a job. was my own type of adult with a morning routine

but i'd always hear about him whenever i visited my mum. she'd show me the card he left. offer me the chocolate to take home.

"I saw Stanley today -- did you know he's from Greece?" he'd told her he was saving up to visit some family there.

then covid hit.

and, well, we never found out if he got to Greece. but he suddenly wasn't around anymore.

mum visited his house, & left him a letter in his mailbox but received no word back

there's no grand reveal here, no real end to this story--life's usually not like that--this is just to show the kindness of one stranger-turned-friend.

to remind everyone of good things and good people, how they often exist in the small spaces, rather than grand.

and to show how a simple 'good morning', back in 2006, became something that brought joy for over 15 years. and that continues to, in memory.

this is the story of Stanley, and the legacy he leaves behind.

even though we don't know what happened, i like to think he made it back to Greece, in one form or another

i think r/BenignExistence is my favorite subreddit 🥲 i love these pleasant little glimpses into strangers' lives

#just some #nice things #for niceness' sake #in loving memory #of Stanley #the kind stranger #turned friend

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goodgaymckay · 2 months ago

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I'm adding onto the therapy snuggle thing I wrote. I think Jerry sees Scott reacting to touch like that and wants to see if other senses can get Scott like that too. So he gives Scott therapy homework (which he whines about) to make a childhood meal in order to engage his senses. "Like something his mom used to make" (cause Jerry's mom was very much the house cook/baker)

Unfortunately, Jerry doesn't know yet that Scott's parents rarely cooked. They were so busy with work and family and other fun adult personal events that they usually got home late with fast food (this made Scott a picky eater). Sometimes they'd stay out until after midnight so he and his sister work fend for themselves (she'd make kraft dinner while he complained, when they ran out of kraft dinner, they'd fight over shitty frozen kids meals, Scott always lost those).

But He does have 1 memory of his mom's tuna beef casserole!! After somehow acquiring all of the ingredients (he thinks) he calls up Jerry to he'll him the good news : he has everything and has no idea how to assemble it! Jerry appears in front of his door to help him, and his very eager to help him until he sees the ingredients on the table.. he asks Scott to walk him through what he remembers in order to make this ...

1) 2 cans of tuna (undrained) into a casserole dish (we'll need the tuna water to help cook the pasta)

2) discounted and slightly discolored raw ground beef (the amount doesn't matter)

3) Raw penne pasta (or any pasta, who gives a fuck, his mom didn't)

3)little club soda or sprite

4) lemon juice (depends on how bad the hangover is)

5) two spoonfuls of mayo

6) block on cheese (any kind, placed in the enter of the dish)

7) bake for 15-45 minutes

8) eat in bowl with white bread and a coke or other soda/liquid

(Optional: sprinkle more cheese on top)

His mom made it for them as a pre hangover cure for herself at 7pm-5am, Jerry wishes he knew that earlier so he could have drove over drunk for accuracy. They settle on acting drunk together instead (which makes Scott feel more adult too! In an "I'm playing an adult!" Kinda way". Scott decides to cuddle up to jerry while he's munching on some childhood "late night delight!", Jerry politely refused to eat it because it smells like shit and is "generally unappetizing, like barely edible, why did she feed this to you?"

Scott (totally acting shitfaced, making hand gestures, nuzzling into Jerry) starts telling about the time she surprised them with it at 4 am on Christmas break with marshmallows on top after both parents got wasted on eggnog (dads a lightweight, Scott inherited thus trait).

And Jerry's like nodding along like "wow, that sounds horrible! If you where my kid-" and then Jerry starts listening nice stuff he'd do for Scott (in a non-weird way).. Jerry's not weird talking to his younger friend/client this way. The way his eyes light up when he tells him he'd let him pick up any game he wanted from the store is clearly healing Scott's inner child or something. He does have nice eyes, tho, very round. Meanwhile Scotts getting super flustered about this the whole time, he doesn't know why, maybe he just likes the thought of being taken care of, not like he deserves it, he's doing fine, his face is heating up, his stomach is fluttering, and he's vomiting on the floor again.

He starts to remember all the times he got in trouble for doing the same thing when he was younger. He never liked this, but making it with his mom (watching her toss shit in a casserole dish while he rambled about ramdom stuff) , who was interacting with him, was nice for once. His face is all red as he ugly crys about it.

Jerry drags him to the bathroom, Scott's surprised when he starts soothing him instead of yelling at him for the mess he's made. Jerry let's Scott's rest his head on his (Jerry's) knees while he brushes figures through his hair and makes little shhh-ing noises. Scott's in heaven.

Jerry gets him all cleaned up (and the mess down the hall) and helps him to bed. He even Tucks Scott in and in a baffling act of feelings Scott can't describe/fully understand says to Jerry "what, no Goodnight kiss?" So Jerry gives it to him on the forehead. Scott let's out a little happy noise, which makes Jerry laugh. He starts giving Scott more, on his forehead, then his checks, jaw, and finally (in a moment of weird sexual tension) his mouth.

They make out sloppy style until Scott begs Jerry to "Ravish his (virgin) body" which he does. (Scott gets to grind up into Jerrys clothed knee 3 times until he comes). Jerry ends up jacking it in front/on top of Scott. Scott takes a little taste later and notes the salty taste.

The two have been head over heels for each other ever since that night!

(I wanna turn this into a fic called bedtime or midnight snack or something)

giving Scott a sister is wild little man is an only child. He was so lonely bro he didn’t even have a sibling to whine at.

but my god I love them. I love the care Jerry has for Scott. I like Scott cumming after grinding on him a tiny bit.

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siempre-bucky · 3 years ago

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Tea Time

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: feeling lonely while on the Domo, Druig and the reader's daughter gather the mighty Eternals for a tea party.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: i could respectfully kiss your cheek for this request anon. you already know how I feel about dad!druig! enjoy the teeth rotting fluff. poorly edited.

♡requests are open♡

Orla sighed dramatically, sprawled out in the center of the lonely lab on the Domo. No amount of stuffed animals and coloring books could make up for the fact the six-year-old had no one to play with! All her friends were back in the Amazon, now she was stuck with ten adults who didn't have time to play. Puffing up her cheeks, she rolled over onto her back with her little limbs splayed out of the cold floor. The Eternals were going to play with her today.

Furrowing her eyebrows in determination, she sprang up from the ground. Dusting off her pink dress, she marched out of the room to find the one person she knew who could bring all the Eternals together. Her godmother.

"Aunt Makkari!" Orla beamed as she skipped into the large room filled with treasures. The speedster felt the vibrations of the child and set down the heavy brown box she was carrying. She turned and waved happily, kneeling to her level.

'How are you, Orla?' she signed slowly.

Orla narrowed her eyes as she watched her sign, 'I'm bored. No one to play with.' she signed back.

Makkari smiled at her, 'Well then! What would you like to do?'

Orla smiled back mischievously, "I'm glad you asked," she giggled. 'I want a tea party! Everyone has to come.'

Her godmother looked around the messy room, it was a chaotic yet organized mess that she was attempting to clean. She peered at the boxes of clothes she saved over the years and an idea sprang into her head. Turning to Orla she signed, 'Go to the lab! I'll have everyone there in 5 minutes.' The little girl grinned and tilted her chin upward at her. Makkari did the same tilt, matching the grin before speeding off.

5 minutes later voices could be heard from the hallways leading to Phastos' Lab. Orla gasped and stood in front of her little plastic teacup set that sat in the middle of the room, fanning out her dress to block the view further.

The Eternals filed into the lab, complaints leaving some of their lips as Makkari pushed them inside. They all looked confused as they saw the joyful child in the middle.

"Orla? What's going on?" You asked with suspicion in your tone, crossing your arms as you stood closer to Druig who had a matching confused face.

Orla started to giggle through her puffy cheeks, poorly containing her excitement. She started to bounce up and down as she watched all of them, she only expected two or three of them to play with her, "I want to have a tea party!" she blurted out, stepping to the side to reveal the four plastic cups and floral teapot.

The reactions were a mixed bag; you, Druig, and Phasto looked at her with 'that's great sweetie' smiles, while the others looked either apprehensive or not at all amused.

Makkari sped back and forth out of the room, boxes of clothes and accessories appearing in the corner with a blink of an eye. She finally stopped behind Orla with a satisfied smile... until she saw her friends. "I don't know kid, I'm really busy with the documentary," Kingo kicked off the poor excuses.

"I'm not a child," Sprite murmured after, gruffly folding her arms against her chest.

"I-I wasn't prepared for tea," Sersi chimed in.

Orla brought in the big guns, her bright eyes grew wide like a puppy, her lower lip protruding. Makkari behind her put on a scowl, narrowing her eyes at them. 'We're making a core memory for her,' she signed, 'you don't want her to grow up resenting any of you.'

The hesitant members felt guilt and fear as they looked at the cheerful child with the intimidating Eternal behind her. They put on their best smiles and agreed to play along. Orla cheered and ran over to Kingo and Sersi, pulling them towards the boxes, "You guys need to get ready! You're not dressed for tea," she rushed.

"She's not expecting us to wear these things... I don't see any pants," Kingo complained quietly to Phastos, taking a fistful of lace aprons and strings of pearls from the box.

"Don't be a baby," the inventor responded teasingly, shoving a purple frilly apron towards him.

You stood back and watched your grumpy friends, but those frowns subsided then they broke out into mocking laughter at each other. You had never seen Sprite laugh so hard at Thena. Phastos switched out his gold hoops for pearls, while Kingo threw on a floral dress over his clothes. "Mommy," Orla tugged on the back of your shirt, her words barely a whisper.

"Yes, baby," you whipped around to look at her down at her.

"I don't have enough cups for everyone," she told her shyly, pointing at her little tea set. You hummed and ran your hand along her soft head of brown hair, looking at where she was pointing.

"I can help you with the tea, go help everyone get dressed. I think Aunt Thena needs a little help," you joked. Orla nodded excitedly and skipped away towards the group.

Narrowing your eyes in concentration you brought your pointer finger to your lips. It had to be big and grand for your daughter, you wanted her to have the best tea party a little girl could dream of. Taking some inspiration from your travels you pointed your finger down at the tea set.

The small set transformed into a long light brown wooden table, dressed with a white lace table cloth. On top were silver tiered cake stands filled with little cakes and pastries, white floral teacups placed in front of 12 garden chairs. It was the cutest thing you'd ever created. It all looked perfect until Gilgamesh walked up and took one of the pastries.

"Gil!" you whined as you watched him shove it in his mouth.

"Not bad, Y/N," he chuckles as he walks up to you with a mouthful, "not as good as mine but not bad." You bit back the belly laugh as you looked at his baby pink apron and clip-on pearl earrings.

"They're conjured, not baked. They'll never be as good as your pastries," you tell him kindly, poking at one of the earrings.

"Daddy! You're not ready," his daughter whined as she took his hand, pulling him to one of the boxes. He smiled as she dug through the box of costumes, eagerly looking at the pieces to find something perfect for her dad.

"M'love, do we all have to wear this stuff?" he asked, looking down at her with a hopeful glare. Maybe since he was her favorite person, Orla would give him a pass on all the florals.

Orla looked back up at him with an open mouth like she was offended. "Dad!" she gasped, "It's not a true tea party like in my storybooks if no one is dressed up in pretty dresses." That hopeful smile faded real fast.

Druig sat on the ground and let his daughter dress him. Doing his best to act amused as she placed a string of pearls around his neck and attached a fancy broach to his black t-shirt. His face cracked when she pulled out a long floral skirt, "The blue matches your eyes, Daddy," she commented. Druig grimaced... oh the things he did for his little girl.

The mind reader later sauntered up to Sprite who was smugly standing against the wall, her lace-gloved hands in her pockets, straw hat hung low on her face. "You look fancy, Sprite," he smirked.

She looked up at him and scowled, eyeing him up and down, "Nice skirt. What do you want?"

Druig briefly looked around the room before standing next to her, "I need you to turn this place into a garden for Orla."

The redhead huffed and looked up at him, "Why would I do that?"

He placed his hands behind his back, his chin tilted upward at her "Remember what happened on the beach," he told her lowly. He could see her jaw clench as she deeply exhaled.

She peeled herself off the wall, "Fine."

Orla watched happily as everyone took their seats at the table, complimenting you on the table you made. All the chairs were filled except for 2, excluding her own at the head of the table. She bounced over to her small basket of toys, picking out a blue bear and her favorite pink bunny.

When she looked up, she was expecting to see the same dark stone walls she'd grown used to. Instead, she saw a lush green field of grass that looked like it went on for miles, butterflies floating in the distance, trees blowing in the wind. It was something straight out of a movie! She smiled a wide toothy grin, a happy sigh falling from her lips.

She quickly turned around to see everyone sitting at the table, looking fondly at her, even Sprite smiled a little. "Come on, my child!" Thena called for her, "The tea's getting cold!"

Orla quickly ran to the table, placing the blue bear in the empty chair next to Sersi, "Ikaris," the little girl mumbled before running off. She placed her bunny, a gift from their old leader in the spot at the other end of the table, "Ajak," she said.

You nudged Druig's arm with your elbow as you looked at the scenery Sprite created. "Blackmail?" you asked with a smirk.

The brunet grinned and nodded, "Oh yeah," he chuckled, turning to look at you, "You look underdressed."

You looked down at your stomach, feeling a soft kick from your son "Nothing fit," you told him shyly. Druig reached over and grabbed a few of the daisies from the table and tucked them into your hair, before placing a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you all for coming to my party," Orla spoke up, dramatically thickening her normally light Irish accent, picking up her teacup. Makkari sped around filling everyone's small cup, and placing a pink tutu around Orla's waist before taking her seat across from you. "You all look very pretty," she giggled, "Please eat."

The Eternals clinked cups with one another to begin Orla's little party. The chatter and laughter filled the space. Making conversation with the joyful child, and her minorly scolding them when they didn't sip their tea with their pinky finger raised.

Orla leaned in, placing her head on your shoulder, "Are you having fun?" you asked her. Orla nodded and placed a cookie in her mouth.

"So much fun! Thank you, mommy," she said.

Druig leaned back in his chair as he watched his friends. A tiny smile tugging at his lips, he wouldn't admit out loud that he missed this. Everyone gathered around a table enjoying each other's company. You loop your arm around his bicep and kiss the top of his shoulder, "You ok, Dru?" You asked softly.

He nodded and kissed your forehead, "Perfect. It's perfect, my love."

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig fluff #druig fanfic #dad!druig #eternals #eternals imagine #eternals fic

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gukieater · 3 years ago

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I'll be Better

• Plot | Kim Taehyung. Man of ethereal beauty and spontaneous virtues. A man so perfect he will put the Greek god’s to shame. But man’s got a fatal flaw. Man procrastinate. But it comes with a cost.

• Pairing | Taehyung x FEM Reader

• Words | 5.3k (ish?)

• Genre | Hurt, hurt, world of Hurt, failed attempt at humour, tiny tinsy fluff

•Warning| Major character death, hurt pure anguish, throwing up, slight mention of insecurities, Taehyung is an idiot here.

• Note | Nothing just woke up one day and wanted pure angst for dessert. I never ever edit or proof read what I write, so enjoy the unadulterated word vomit ( if you can).

Kim Taehyung. Man of ethereal beauty and spontaneous virtues. A man so perfect he will put the Greek god’s to shame. But man’s got a fatal flaw. Man procrastinate.

Don’t get him wrong he’s almost perfect with his charming yet efficient nature. But he’s got some past life beef with doing something in time, especially when he’s told to. Taehyung got his degree in Naval Architecture in distinction but attended his own graduation 30 minutes late.

Fashionably late, I know.

Not really.

He almost got beaten up by his own best friend on his own wedding day when he showed up at the alter an hour late because Hoseok thought Taehyung stood his sister up on the day of their damn wedding.

Reason for showing up late? Could not locate the lapel he was handed over that happens to be the family heirloom of his in laws which he remembers confidently thinking, will find when gets ready. So unlike a normal person who sorts his wardrobe the night before, he goes to sleep after 5 rounds of call of duty. And tada! To his surprise not really, he indeed ended up misplacing the lapel anyways. Can’t blame the man, loves living his life on the edge, feel the thrill kind of deal.

3 years ago

Undoubtedly the Jung Residence, which happens to be the wedding venue is a chaos.

Hoseok is sprouting profanity, Jin, the not to be found groom’s elder brother is trying to convince the caterer there indeed, will be a wedding, unless the groom is dead. Namjoon, the second elder brother is trying his best to keep the crowd engaged with his not so engaging speech about how cocktail parties are bad for marine biology. The bride’s mother is switching between sniffling and wondering their ever so gentle son, Hoseok, the Walking talking ball of sunshine, who they believe, farts rainbow, where he learned to cuss like this. And the rest of the pack, Jimin and Jungkook is trying to locate the man in question. And right on cue, the man shows up.

Uhh, quick question, did he find the lapel? No

So he shows up without it and with lots of excuses to save his ass one last time.

Amidst the shit mix, there’s one person who is calm, sitting on her chair, sipping the abandoned sprite that was meant for her brother to calm his wits. She’s tired and would like nothing but to get out of wedding dress and curl up with man in the confines of their freshly furnished bedroom. Why people can’t get married in Tee’s? Curse the stigmatism of pretentious social norms.

The woman in question is Jung Hae Yun, if you were wondering, soon to be Mrs. Kim Hae Yun

Tae ignores the chaos happening around him, walks straight towards the woman now seeping the almost finished sprite can, not so amused with the chaos unfolding.

“What did you do, now?” She questions, unblinking. “Misplaced the lapel, couldn’t show up without it. Knew you’d be mad” mumbles the guilty man.

“Hmm, figured. Did you at least shower?” She ask pining and adjusting the lapel on his coat.

“Are you kidding me? Who shows up at their wedding without a shower, do you think you are marrying such uncouth pers . . . . W-what the fuck is that? Is that the lapel I was loosing my head for? W-where did u find it?” He tumbles over his words.

“I kept it to myself after telling you the n-th time to keep it somewhere safe, I texted you that I’ll be bringing it with myself tomorrow, which you clearly missed or forgot” Taehyung groans and you pat his bum, asking him to go prepare for the ceremony.

“ Let’s get this circus rolling, I’m tired and hangry. I’d probably murder someone from your family if I hear one more complain about how the coffee could have been roasted better. I wanna go home and cuddle”

Home.

As the chaos starts to settle down, the sun is about to set, the fairy light blinks to life, the vows are taken, tears are shed, promises made, the ascend to the dance floor, one last ritual to be completed. They slow danced to their favorite song, a tribute to their high school escapades, reminiscing the dance to their prom, silly promises that they will make it.

And they did, now content in each others arm. Tired, but complete.

Present.

Things are never dull in the Kim residence. Whether its all giggles and laughter from teasing each other or it’s, you know, banter over silly stuffs.

“Kim Taehyung, did you just wipe Cheeto crumbs on my burlap?care to explain why? “

“Uhhh . . . . It happens to be there? Besides you look better without them . . . *winks*”

And you stand there, unamused.

The attempt to seduction the wilt the dumpster fire he started backfires, he knows, could do better.

It ends up the burlap thrown in his face and now he’s making stop to the laundry at an ungodly hour when he could have been cuddling up with you- when you are leaving for 4 days tomorrow.

Does he ever learns his lesson?

When he makes it back to the bedroom he finds you curling up beside the bathtub, face buried in your knees, soft sniffles could be heard.

“Hey,hey, hey! I’m sorry, I know that was your favorite, but I swear it’s not ruined. I put it in the dryer, I’ll press it for you, it will be good as new by tomorrow, before you leave. Can’t have my munchkin all sad and crying over something when I won’t see her for 4 fucking days. Can’t have my baby bear leave like this. “ Taehyung says crouching down to you, trying to pull your face up, it doesn’t work.

“Baby, talk to me. Is it just the burlap or I messed up something else too?” He sounds desperate now. You look up and glare at this. “Yes, yes you did. Look what did you do” you throw a stick thingy at him, sounding more annoyed than angry. Confused, Taehyung picked up, staring at the two bars. He blinks once, twice

“Oh, this? Huh! Niceeee” he chuckles standing up. “Nice? That’s it? Are you fucking dumb or today’s a special occasion? Did you eat the last two working braincells of yours with that bag of family size Cheetos? Yahhhh! Kim Taehyung, you get back here and stop acting like a manchild! What the fuck is nice!” Hae Yun now full on blazing.

On her fit of shouting the ear of everyone within the vicinity of 100 yards , she misses how her idiot of a husband’s legs woobles as he stands up to walk away.

It doesn’t work, it gives out and he falls face first before he could even cross the threshold of the bathroom. She could feel her head throbbing, groaning as she realizes it’s going to be a longgggg pregnancy.

Don’t get him wrong, Kim Taehyung is excited. Tooo damn much for his own good. But he’s Also scared shitless. He’s like one of those students who is overexcited to be promoted ahead of the rest of the class to the next one, but now that they are there’s one buzzing question that wasn’t before, now what? Everyone knew he wanted kids but now that he’s going to, he doesn’t know what comes next. Is he going to be a shit father? How will he balance being a husband, a father and a thriving professional? Is there a manual, a standard he should be fitting in? Should he be learning something and he’s falling behind?

Yep, mark him terrified.

Hae Yun enjoyed this phase of Taehyung. Meticulous, calculative, doing his chores like priest in shrine- dedicated, full of attention, never missing a single prayer. But as time went and Taehyung got eased into the process, the old Taehyung is back. Functioning but always at a procrastinating pace.

“Did you change the filter of the kitchen chimney ?”

- Will do it on the weekend.

“Did you water the plants”

- Probably tomorrow

“ Did you put the Legos in the basket”

- I’ll use them later anyway

“ Did you order the crib?”

- You are just 14 weeks along

“ Did you book doctors appointment?”

- They take walk-in appointments

“ Did you fix your car? “

- Uhh, later?

They say, the way a man maintains his car says a lot about him. Not the case for Mr. Kim. He’d probably be declared a hooligan if you apply this theory to judge his character by now, no doubt in there. He loves his car, he barely enough to keep it running. So when it starts jerking with every turn he takes or Everytime he hits the break, he decides it time his beloved car go for a rest and take the backseat. Jogging to work is healthy right?

“You do realize that it’s the only functioning car in this household and you have a heavily pregnant wife at home?” Hae Yun exhales. “ Ohh Please! You could still milk the runway and people would fall face firs . . .” Tae wince a little remembering the little bathroom incident when he discovered you were pregnant. “Taehyung stop joking, we need that car running” you whine taking the controller out of his hand, crawling into his lap. It’s the weekend and she wants to go on a drive along the sea, eat some hot pajeon, maybe take a nap in the beach. But Tae won’t fix the damn car.

“Alright alright, ll’l fic . . da. . ca . .” Taehyung mumbles stuffing his face on your neck. Fuck you smell good, like baby powder. Is it the pregnancy? He heard babies smell good, like soft cloud on a sunny day, somewhere between crispy earth and something musty forest. Is it how his baby will smell? The thought brings a tingle in his stomach, he can’t wait to smell his baby’s feet.

You’ve gone visit your cousin, who also happens to be your doctor, Ae-Ra. And he full on intended to cheat on you with his console, you know huddle up in his bean bag, play for hours at stretch but you are the ever vigilant. You called the mechanic not trusting Taehyung’s promise to fix the car while you are gone. The Mechanic did come and sprouted some nonsense about loss of brake fluids and brake booster being dinged. He offered to toe his car to the garage, not diming it safe to drive it back to the garage but Taehyung just dismisses him. Who ruins a perfectly good weekend grinding to pull permission and waste it on waiting in garage?

So when the next day Hae Yun asks if he fixed the car or not when he was leaving without it, he just lies that he did. “Why are not taking it with you then?” He knows they’ll just fight if he tells her the truth. The last couple of days hasn’t been the greatest for her, either of them. Hae Yun’s struggling with her maternity leave as they are already planning to lay off some employee in the upcoming months. Going on a leave at such time would just give them a easy choice to let her go permanently. Tae is not doing so hot either. Naval Architect designer isn’t exactly a hot shot job amidst the wave of of covid as it hits the economy.

“I’m thinking of going bowling at Itaewon later today, catch up with the boys, maybe drink a little. So I’ll just call in a cab” guilts starts creeping in as the lies tumbles from his mouth. Was it really necessary Taehyung? Just fix the damn car, what’s so difficult about it?

“Oh, that was sudden.” You had a plan but didn’t even bother telling me. “I didn’t know that you guys were planning to go bowling.” You could’ve invited me. “What’s the occasion?” Am I overwhelming you? Tae groans a little bit at that, “I miss the guys Hae Yun, do I need occasion for that?” A look of hurt flashes across her face but she’s quick to hide, now that it’s gone, she feels a bit embarrassed. He was right. “I was just asking Tae. Enjoy your night out” you say, voice so small.

Now he feels like an asshole, because he knows he’s just projecting his own guilt in you. And since when he calls you by your name? Of course he does when he’s joking around but never in conversations like this, knows this triggers your insecurities.

So what he does, rather than resolving the issue like mature person, he nods and leaves. This wasn’t a fight but somehow the confrontation made him feel tentimes worse than that.

Hae Yun won’t lie that it didn’t hurt. Not because he made a plan without informing him. They had a Doctors appointment today, pretty important one at that. It’s the final check-up of her first trimester and they are supposed to find out the baby’s gender today. She remembers asking him pulling an appointment and set a reminder so they can be on time, not wanting to rush through the procedure. She was thrumming with excitement just a couple of hours ago, the whole encounter dimming her excitement.

Taehyung has been the one to be more excited about the pregnancy between the two of them. Seeing his excitement dimming down when it’s not even her 2nd trimester yet, it truly hurts. Or maybe she was just overthinking. Not wanting to exhaust herself further, she decides to take a nap.

She wakes up to her phone blaring, Ae-Ra blasting up her phone. “Did you both decide to take a nap and call it a day? Could’ve informed me, would’ve saved up my nanny energy for another time!” Ae-Ra grumbles through the phone. “ Wait . . . Wha . .what time is it?” “It’s almost 7 dumbo, and why didn’t you book an appointment? I thought you guys were all set.” Hae-Yun sighs at this, “I asked Tae, he must’ve forgotten” “Yunie, you sound exhausted, let’s do this another time?” “Nooo, no, no. I’ll be there, give me 30 min” – AeRa sighs, she knows something’s wrong. Shhe loves these two idiots but she swears both of them can be bit of a dimwit about resolving issues.

“ Yeah, yeah I left. Should not take more than 20 min to reach” – Hae-Yun shuffles through the door.

“ Tae? He’s out bowling with the boys, not sure if will make it, so the gender reveal may have to wait “ – she sounds almost somber while answering the question.

“ Did something happen Yunie?”

“No, everything’s just fine Ae-Ra”- you try to reason.

“listen, I know you never share whenever there’s a problem but maybe this is a problem itself, something that should not be happening between you and Tae” – Ae-Ra tries to reason. “But . . .” “ Besides both of you are shit at communicating when it boils down to confronting problems. You guys just keep sweeping it under rug until it becomes too big to ignore. You guys are going to have a child for fucks sake, stop acting like one!”

- “Yunie? Are you listening?”

- “Yaaah! Don’t ignore your unnie while she’s trying to be nice you brat! “

- “Yaaaaah!”

“. . . Unnie . . .”

Ae-ra could hear her heart pounding in her ear at your shaky voice, “Hae-Yun, I’m so sorry baby, unnie didn’t mean to sound so har. . . .”

“The brakes aren’t working . . .”

Taehyung sits at the bar, watching the boys bowling, bickering with each other. He did end up calling the boys, to soothe his growing guilt, so it would feel like he didn’t lie after all. Does it make him feel better? No.

He is replaying today’s encounter in his head over and over again. Was it worth it? The lies? The unnecessarily harsh confrontation? Why does he keep doing things to make things difficult for you, for both of them? It was just a car, just him pushing things off ended up them having a unpleasant conversation that felt worse than a fight. Is he doing the same thing with other stuff, pushing things of that are important, things he needs to take care of, taking care of you, his family?

Just on cue his phone dings and the small notification answers the questions for him

“Little peach’s gender reveal ❤️🍑, Hae – Yun’s appointment at 7:20pm”

Taehyung could cry right now, and he does a little bit. Jin from the other corner, sees his little brother’s shoulder shake a little as he burrows his head on the bar counter.

He notices the notification as he approaches to console his brother. “Taehyung-aaa, what did you do now?” He both inquires and scolds his brother at the same time, knowing it must be related to Hae-Yun given he looked like a kicked puppy the entire evening. “Been a giant ass is what I did” he sniffles a bit. “Hyung, can you kick me in the nuts if I don’t go fix my car tomorrow. Not so hard though, I still want 5 more kids” Tae mumbles. “Tell you what, I’ll do better, will drag you there myself tomorrow” Jin smiles at his brother’s tantrum.

“ I gotta call Hae-Yun, I can still mak . . .” Their conversation is interrupted by a call, a number he doesn’t recognize. “ Well pick up, could be from the hospital about the appointment?” Jin suggests.

“Hello? Who is it”

“ Hello, I’m calling from Seuol Fire departments emergency responders team. There’s been an accident near the Jeonju intersection. Your name was on victims emergency contact, we are still trying to get her ou . . . .”

Tae’s ear’s are ringing, he couldn’t comprehend past that last sentence. He could still hear muffled noises from the other side of the phone but couldn’t get himself to bring the phone near him. “Hyung . . .” He blindly calls for his brother, he needs to hold him. Wrap him up in a blanket, tuck him to bed and ask him to sleep. Like he used to do when he was a kid, too afraid of the thunder. “When Tae bear will wake up tomorrow, it will be all gone, there will be no thunder, no storms, like it wasn’t even there. Only sunshine and smell of rain.” Just like he used to do when he was a child, He blindly reaches out for Jin, “Hyung . . . they . . .ummm. . . . they . . . Hae-Yun . . .” Tae gulps, unable to form any coherent sentence, fat drop of tears streaming down his cheeks but, he looks so afraid. “ I know, Hoseok called, Ae-Ra called him”

Taehyung doesn’t know how he drove to the intersection in one piece, didn’t even think of waiting for his hyung and friends before he took a mad dash towards Jin’s car, all of them shouting for him to wait, not trusting him to drive at this state. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you take his car? Why did you trust him? And why did he lie to you? It was supposed to be a happy day for both of them, they would got to know their little peach is their prince of princess, what color socks they would buy them. She was supposed to be safe in his arm. He was supposed to keep her safe.

He tumbles out of the car, scrapping his palms and knees, not even bothering to close the door. He locates his car, what’s left it anyway and runs towards it. All It looks like is a hunks of metal now.

Is that . . . is that blood? Why is there so much blood? Is it yours? Tae can’t even stomach the though, hunching forward he hurls out his lunch to the pavement, dry heaving when he’s done. “ Sir, are you okay? Please step away from the zone” , A man in fire department uniform inquires Taehyung. “M-my ….m-my. . .w-wife . . .s-s-somebody called . . . m-my c-car . . . how . .s-she . . “ he points towards the car, unable to complete the sentence.

“I . .uhh . . . another team took her to the hospital just moments ago before you arrived. It took a lot of time to get her out of the car so lost bloods . . “.he’s pushing against the man before he knows, not wanting to hear another word, walking towards his car, looking like a madman. “ Sir, you shouldn’t be driving at this state, is there anyone who can drive you?” He nods, pushing again, asking them to let him go. He doesn’t even have the energy to push anymore, as if all the fight he had in himself left him.

Jungkook comes running, taking the keys from him to help him stand, Tae doesn’t let go of the death grip on the keys.” Hyung, I’ll drive, we can reach faster, please, Noona needs you.” At this he looks at Jungkook, eyes incoherent, not a single sound leaving his mouth, tears flowing, his face lost of all colors, emotions. Never in his life Jungkook thought he’ll see Taehyung like this, so broken, hopeless, lost of life. “ Please, God please, let her be okay. We can’t loose 3 of them” Jungkook silently prays, barely holding in his own tears, holding on to his hyung, leading him to the car.

He hates the smell of hospitals, his stomach always rolls into this twisted knot everytime he visits one. It’s too clean, too neutral, burning his nostrils. And it’s too quite now, so much so it’s driving him crazy, these white walls, too pristine, is that how people in mental asylum feels?

They won't let him see her. Won't tell him anything. He almost lashes out on Jimin when he tried to physically force to back from breaking in the room where Hae-Yun is being kept. Accused them of trying to take her away from him. Instead of being hurt by his words, they cried. And this somehow made him angrier. Why are they crying ? Why they would look at him like he's something fragile, someone who needs to be held so delicately. Why won't they cuss him out? Can't they see he's a monster? That he put you and his unborn child in that room, fighting for their life?

"Let me go in, please. I would just observe", Namjoon tries to go in, trying to stay as put up as possible. " Namjoon you know I can't, you're family, it against protocol." "Just. . ." Namjoon clenches his jaws, " Sir, Just. . . .tell me, okay? Just tell me if . . . If she would be . . . If she would make it." He asks the man Namjoon knew his entire medical life, nerve of steel, so confident, won't meet his eyes. "Namjoon you know we would do our best right?"

Numb, he feels numb. He's watching people come and leave as he stares at the white walls sitting in the cold hospital floor. He doesn't protest, doesn't fight against his hyungs when the push him up to go home. He thought they would blame him, call him out but they they don't. He wants to scream at this, wants people to accuse him. He's now standing in front of their home. Home. This is what it's used to be. Funny how he can't stand the site of it. He makes a beeline to the shower, when he's about to turn it on her looks at his hand, his beige shirt now tainted maroon. He doesn't remember getting hurt so much to bleed like this.

Then it hits him he fell, on the road, it's your blood. He's pushing at his shirt now, wiping his hands on it ferociously. As if it will take it all away. This makes all of it much much real. That you, his sweet sweet Hae Yun, his angel, the mother of his child, he is drenched in your blood. This sits like a tons of bolder on his chest. He hits his chest, he hits it again, and again, and again until he can't breathe anymore. He wants to cry, would make him feel better. But he doesn't deserve it so he lays on the cold bathroom tiles, lifeless.

He looks at the apartment, that once used to be his home, his safe place. This place, every nook and cranny holds trinkets of your existence, no matter how insignificant now that he looks at it carefully. Your dresser has a faint smudge of that maroon lipstick that you may have wiped unconsciously when you may have applied too much. There's a loose scrunchie hanging from the bed's headboard. One of your favorite pair lashes sticks to the corner of the mirror, weren't you complaining fee days back you lost one of it? a faint smile creeps up on him at the memory.

You always forget the WiFi password so you have it written on the coffee right under the glass, so you can give it someone if they visit without embarrassing yourself. You have the umbrella set near the kitchen counter so you can remember to take it when you are packing your lunch. Taehyung thumbs at your favorite mug, one he gave you years ago, when he took you to a spring festival, it was a cheap purchase, bought with the pocket money he saved up. It had a golden lining to the rim, beautiful grey and blue faded mosaic on the outside. One side of it chipped away from your constant use, still you refuse it throw away. From the counter he could see your sitting cushion, that looks like a duck floaty, now an ugly faded yellow color. It's all so insignificant, but together, they all made this place what it was, his home.

He came out of the shower, took out the pressed baby blue button down that you love so much and the khaki colored dress pant from their dresser. He takes his time brushing his hair as he gets ready. He took out the number that you left on the fridge, he dials it fixes a date when they will come change the filter on the chimney, now that he looks closely, it does look really dirty.

He waters the houseplants that was almost withering on the shade from too much sunlight and too little water, he cares every single leaf on them with care. He collects the Lego, put them on the basket, put them on their designated corner. Just one more task left but guess he can do it later. Doesn't he always.

He got the call when he was in the shower. Namjoon barely whispering to ask him to come to the hospital. He didn't utter a single word to this. After the shower he looks really put together, he remembers the day when he officially met your parents, to ask for their permission to marry their daughter, a faint smile spreading at the memory. Namjoon sits him down on the waiting area opposite to the room where you are at now. He nervously fiddling with his fingers, lips moving and trembling trying to form sentences.

"When . . .uhh . . .the t-truck h-hit H-hae-Yun and the c-car, s-she was coming in v-very fast. The uhh . . .line . . Shaft on the driver's side . . .it. . . tore at the crush . . . it impaled her . . .n-near h-heart, t-toring a few ligaments" Namjoon takes a deep breathe before continuing. " She . . .Hae-Yun lost a lost blood, when T-They were t-trying to get her out and went into shock." Namjoon felt his throat constricting, not able to look at his baby brother. " T-They lost the baby on their way to the hospital. T-They still had a faint signature an hour after . . .they . . .uhh . .they hooked her to ventilation . . .they . . .they can't find it anymore. She . . .the . . . impact broke the spine, she lost feelings on her limbs right after so . . . so . . . I know she didn't suffer Tae" . . . " It's been over 2 hours, there's . . . hasn't been a single signature " "we were . . waiting for you before we, uhh, pull the plug" Namjoon finishes blinking back tears.

"Can I go see her now?" Tae ask, looking at the floor. Not a single tear in sight. Namjoon nods.

The distance between the door to your bed seemed like lifetime. With each step, each blink he could see the memories flashing. Meeting you, making sand Castle with you, digging dart to find worms for fishing bait, high - school prom, graduating together. The heartbreak when they part ways in college, finding their way back to each other, the lazy dates on his couch, drunk escapdes, getting down on his knees to finally make you his, the wedding vows, the pregnancy test. There's so many memories to live by.

Tae gently takes your hand in his, your hand were always so warm, Tae would always demand you to cup his cheeks when they are outside. Or squeezing inside your jacket, calling you his personal portable furnace when you would whine. It's so cold now.

"Hey munchkin, did you sleep well? You must've, you don't look so bad for the wear you know."

" I uh . . I . . . I was so mad at myself before coming here you know. Mad that I missed our appointment, mad that we had a fight, no matter how small. Mad that I lied" Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat. "Now that I realize, I was more sorry than I was mad. Sorry that I slept through the movie night you were so excited about. Sorry that I laughed when you cried after losing your favorite plushie on our vacation to Jeju, sorry that I lost your favorite book marker. Sorry that I spent more time playing video games than spending it with you, sorry that I didn't appreciate your cooking more. Sorry that I didn't kiss you more. Sorry that I spend more time feeling mad or sorry than loving you more"

Namjoon can't bring himself to tell Taehyung it, so he grips Taehyung's shoulder, letting him know it's time. He doesn't protest, neither acknowledge them. He can't see them fiddling with switch that holding you life with a thin thread, thread that he will have to watch tore apart before his own eyes. He can't see your beautiful face anymore too now that tears are springing in his eyes.

So instead he presses on " But I won't be sorry anymore, honey, I uh I called the number to come check the filter that you were complaining about. They will come fix it next week. I finally watered the house plants, poor things almost died. I put the Lego on the box, kept them on the corner. I vacuumed the living room I know how much you hate dust. And . . . I'm putting away the crib when I go back" his voice shakes " I swear I won't put it away for later."

He finally lets his tears run free. As they pull out the last plug, Taehyung makes his final promise to you, the one he intends to keep till his last breathe.

"Honey I promise, I promise I will do better be better."

"I'll be better"

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neverdoingmuch · 4 years ago

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Wait cql lawyer/law school AU

i got you my pal dont worry!!

law school, im gonna be honest and say i know like nothing about law or law school so pls ignore any inconsistencies or inaccuracies

lwj goes to law school and he is definitely the top student in his class. they’ve been there for like a month and everyone already knows he’s gonna be the best

his one and only competition is this dude called wei wuxian but lwj isn’t particularly worried about him

so far they’re still in the stage of the course where they do the fun things to sucker people into doing the class for the semester so there’s been some practise debates and arguments and stuff in their tutorial classes

wei wuxian has that Charisma and like yeah all of his arguments are perfect but also he has an amazing smile and people are like yes i can trust him

(he’s definitely the sort to be like hm, the easy way to argue this case would be to quote some laws and use precedence to justify this but that’s boring)

lwj is also good at that sort of stuff because his arguments are perfect and everything is so perfectly researched that there should be no ground at all for someone to lodge a counterargument

(wei wuxian manages somehow and it makes lwj so mad)

but that’s whatever lwj thinks,, a lot of people join law thinking it’s gonna be like the tv shows and books and then get completely blindsided when it comes to the rote learning part or like the actual laws

and for all of wwx’s confidence, lwj hasn’t actually seen wwx so much as touch the textbook/s and he always studies in the law library so he knows that wwx has probably never even been there bc he hasn’t seen him even once (why’s he looking? bc he needs to see which books wwx uses to study,, bc there has to be something going on there,, obviously)

then they do their first like proper written assignment and lwj and wwx tie for the highest scores and now lwj has a Rival and he refuses to lose to someone who thinks that putting a ‘-us’ sound at the end of a word makes it latin (did wwx say habeas corpus and then point at a soft drink and go sprite-us can-us,,, maybe,,,,)

anyway! lwj and wwx are kinda rivals for the top spot and it’s one of those situations where one test lwj wins by a point but then the next test wwx gets full marks and they just keep exchanging the top spot in class

and this whole time wwx is like The Worst to have in class. he’s always interrupting to ask questions or just straight up not listening and spends the class doodling pictures of rabbits (they’re cute but wwx is terrible and he’s not allowed to make cute drawings)

so after a few months the most horrible thing happens.... they get put together in a project and lwj is like ugh. internally of course but his face is also saying ugh

the first time wwx and lwj get together to work on the project, lwj is prepared with a proper list of tasks to do all nicely split up between the two of them and a schedule for when they should get certain parts done by.

needless to say, lwj does not expect wwx to be ready, but wwx is definitely on top of things

he rocks up and is like yeah let’s do this, this and this and have them done by this time - basically proposing to do everything that lwj has already written down

and lwj is pleasantly surprised and is like hm maybe i misjudged wwx and decides to like re-evaluate his opinion on him

in doing so he realises that when he’d never seen wwx studying, it wasn’t an exaggeration at all. he’s never seen wwx so much as touch a textbook or spend more than a minute on a laptop doing something that wasn’t minesweeper or solitaire

but wwx is also making all of their deadlines and even adds extra information and resources to their document that could be useful elsewhere and sometimes he shows up to their study sessions and he looks absolutely exhausted

eventually lwj manages to get the truth out and wwx is just like yeah it’s easier to get worse grades than a genius but if you both study and you still get lower grades, it’s not easy,, for jc or for me

so wwx usually studies at night when his brother is asleep and lwj is like that’s bad, you can’t keep that up and just when wwx is about to go off at him lwj is like you can come study at my place

and thus begins the wonderful time where everything is alright and lwj falls in love with wwx

they work really well together and wwx is strangely considerate and nice? when he finds out lwj likes rabbits, he goes out and buys bunny post-it notes for lwj and starts to always bring him a doodle of bunnies every time he comes over. he always gets his work done on time, early even, and his work is always so brilliant and every time wwx smiles at him, lwj feels warm inside etc etc

for a long while lwj is like yes (: this is friendship (: bc he’s never had a crush before but then on the day they submit their project wwx is like hey,, the two of us make a great team,, we should always work together,, now and next year and even when we graduate,, i want to help the innocent people who need our help and i think i’d like it a lot if you joined me and lwj has his oh moment

they get a perfect score on the project of course and even after it finishes, wwx keeps coming over to lwj’s place to study or just hang out and lwj is just falling more and more for wwx each day

they’re best friends now and everyone gets used to seeing them work together on projects and then turn around to try and decimate each other when they’re working one on one and lwj thinks that he might just be the happiest he’s ever been

but then one day wwx doesn’t show up to class. it shouldn’t be strange but wwx has never missed class even once and he ends up hearing from lxc who heard from jgy that wwx was caught sabotaging some other student’s work (the other student was jzxun, who had a fondness for playing devil’s advocate and other than wwx once telling him that his argument was shit, wwx never spoke to him or seemed to know who he was but lwj is a bit too angry to remember that)

he manages to find wwx outside of his dorms as he’s moving out and he’s just like why did you do that? and wwx is like oh y’know,, bc he’s not really sure what’s happening himself,, one second he was at the top of his class and the next he was being brought before a board and being told that he was being expelled but he’s not going to tell lwj that bc lwj would definitely try and stand up for him and then they’d both get expelled

but lwj is furious and just spits out well if our dreams meant so little to you then maybe it’s a good thing you failed now,, bc his mother was a lawyer who took all these little jobs that helped people who actually needed the help and lwj was looking forward to doing that with wwx and he doesn’t even seem to care that now they can’t do that

wwx flinches and then smiles at him and just cheerily says, that’s me and leaves. he doesn’t look back and lwj doesn’t chase after him.

lwj doesn’t see him again for years (you can do 13 or 5 or however long you feel like)

lwj is a fully licensed lawyer and he’s working for the family company and he spends half of his time working on cases and uses the rest of his time to do like outreach programs where he goes and visits schools and runs sessions on what it’s like to be a lawyer, how to apply, and to provide assistance to any students who decide to study law at uni

and then at one of these programs he meets this kid, wen yuan, who is ridiculously bright and enthusiastic and has a smile that seems oddly familiar

at the end of the second session he comes up to lwj and is like mr. lan, is your name lan wangji? and lwj just says yes, expecting the kid to be a fan of one of his cases or something but then wen yuan is like oh wow! i thought i recognised you from my dad’s photo!

and lwj isn’t expecting much but he asks what the photo looks like and wen yuan pulls out this photo from his pocket and lwj immediately recognises it,, it’s the only photo he has of him and wwx

your father is wei ying? lwj asks him and wen yuan is like yes, hesitates, and then asks, would you like to see him?

and that’s how lwj finds himself following wen yuan to some dinky little office that has a plaque outside that reads wen and wei

(wen ning is the nicest and sweetest person ever and lots of people underestimate him but then he’s an absolute monster on court. he gets up and completely decimates the opponent and then at the end is like (: it was so nice to meet you!! i am baby!! and all that,, you know our boy)

anyway they walk in and wwx turns to greet wen yuan but then he sees lwj and is like woah! you! and he’s not sure whether to hide or go and hug lwj so he just gives him a fist bump,, like a bro,, and immediately wants to shrivel up and die

anyway they get the reunion stuff out of the way, swelling music, tender wrist holding, lots of staring, lwj silently declaring his wholehearted love for wwx and refusing to believe rumours about him again even though he doesn’t actually know what happened, you know how it goes

from wwx’s side of things,, after he got kicked out he went to some small uni. good in its own right but not known for their law program and ended up specialising in family law

the first case he ever won was for the wens to have the right to keep custody of a-yuan and the first case wen ning ever won was to let wwx adopt a-yuan bc i’m soft like that

so wwx has just been kinda vibing,, being a single dad, living with the wens and helping to make that difference he always promised he would

now this isn’t gonna be some au where lwj goes oh my! i must give up my high salary job and work with wwx! bc lwj has been doing good stuff at his current job and for all of his family’s stuffiness, they run a fair and just company

but! he does end up helping wwx when wwx gets a letter with a bunch of information about the jins and how they’re actually super corrupt and evil (big surprise,,) and how wwx was maybe definitely framed bc he was doing some casual work on the side and stumbled across some bad shit on the jins back in uni

lwj ends up being the one to take the case officially but wwx is definitely the guy leading it and so lwj ends up spending most of his time at the wen-wei office

lwj definitely bonds with wen yuan, who also wants to go into law, and writes him recommendation letters and helps him edit his applications and stuff

(and one day wen yuan is like leaving you was the hardest thing dad ever did and i dont think you appreciated how much he cared about you. he really did think that he annoyed you ‘til the end and lwj is like no! he didn’t! and wen yuan is like yeah i know but you gotta tell him and lwj really does mean to but the time is never right or something like that but also wen yuan is all but calling lwj dad at this point)

anyway they end up going to court, side by side, working as a team just as they promised to do and just as they finish their final day on the case, ended with the jury ruling jgy guilty and wwx’s reputation all but saved, wwx turns around and flings himself at lwj

is he crying? is he laughing? a bit of both tbh but wwx ends up confessing right then and there, still on record and everything (is that how that works??? idk! let’s say it does)

and what can lwj do but make out with him?

did a news crew come in to film the results of this massive court case just to end up with five minutes of wangxian kissing?? maybe! but when it played on tv it meant wwx and lwj didnt have to actually tell anyone they got together

(and does lwj eventually pop the question using wwx’s bad latinification? yes and wwx is too busy laughing to accept at first but he does and they end up being the worst possible tutors for wen yuan as he goes through law school bc they keep being all gross and lovey-dovey and acting like law school is the most romantic place in the world)

#mdzs #Anonymous #modao zushi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #cql #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #all of my understanding of law comes from the pelican brief which i read over 10 years ago and one seminar on law courses at uni #so sorry if it's bad #):#lan sizhui #also i stand by wen yuan #let him keep his last name!#my aus #asks

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years ago

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Been a hot minute since I did one of these. A good friend of mine gave me a suggestion on my discord:

So yeah this required a lot of research because I only eat like 3 things lol. Obligatory crack warning.

Tornado of Terror: Ice cream because A: it’s good practice for her esper powers to control a semi-liquidous substance and B: her constant rage has actually raised her default body temperature an additional ten degrees, so eating ice cream is a good way to cool off.

Silverfang: Oatmeal raisin cookies because he’s an old fuck. He likes chewy things because his teeth are held together by sheer force of will but also indulges in that extra crunch of the oatmeal to remind everyone in the old folk’s home just who the fuck they’re messing with.

Atomic Samurai: Any dessert-flavored cocktail that is made up of around 90% alcohol and 5% violence.

Child Emperor: Kid eats sweets for breakfast lunch and dinner, dessert to him would probably be a head of broccoli drizzled with a light yet flavorful dressing. Either that or milkshakes, because I get the feeling he doesn’t get to enjoy them too often... and of course they remind him of the good times with Zombieman.

Metal Knight: Only eats pre-packaged nutrient bricks and has not tasted anything sweet nor enjoyed a food morsel in at least 17 years.

King: I headcanon King as a huge momma’s boy who doesn’t get to eat a lot of homemade food because he fucking sucks at cooking and makes enough money to eat out all the time anyway, so his favorite dessert would probably be every and any home-cooked treat his mom makes for him.

Zombieman: I’ll be honest, I thought this dude hated sweet things but after reading that manga extra of him drinking sugar with a side of coffee, my opinion has switched. His favorite dessert would probably be something extremely decadent and sweet, like one of those 1000-calorie Dairy Queen sundae-shakes jam packed with chocolate and cookie crumbs. Or an entire fucking lava cake because this dude’s metabolism is faster than the speed of light and he’d probably stomach something like that just to see if he can, since apparently he’s all about breaking his own limiters. A friend of mine once ate three-dozen pot brownies in one sitting while speedrunning Mario 64 and I think Zombieman would be able to do that without the aid of the munchies. I know Zman internally insulted Pig God one time for well, eating like a pig but give the dude some alone time and an all you can eat buffet of sweets and he’d find himself in the same situation.

Drive Knight: Does not have a favorite food in general due to this motherfucker not installing tastebuds on account of them not being necessary to commit all degrees of murder.

Pig God: Oh my god. More like what isn’t this dude’s favorite dessert? Pig God has lost the ability to dislike anything he puts in his mouth because eating has pretty much become his main source of income, so it’s safe to say that if he can swallow it, it’s his favorite food. That includes desserts, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t partial to pudding. Just pudding. Bread pudding, chocolate pudding, strawberry pudding. Pudding.

Superalloy Darkshine: I’ve said this before but my boy Darkshine only eats the most obnoxiously healthy foods out there, sometimes over health-ifying those foods himself in his kitchen/protein meth lab. His favorite dessert would probably be one of those ancient bread seed logs and only because he’s allowed to put .2 ounces of stevia in it. Either that or literally just any fruit ever.

Watchdog Man: Those pumpkin-flavored dog treats because my man gets paid 2 cents an hour at the Hero Association and the poor mf in charge of payroll has forgotten he exists so he’s grown accustomed to eating only the dog-related foods people leave to him as offerings on his weird pedestal thing in City Q.

Flashy Flash: Doesn’t really have an affinity for sweet things on account of how fucking awful life in the Ninja Village was. He never got the opportunity to develop a sweet tooth because of all the basic ass food he’d be eating. Almost all desserts listed here would give him a heart attack, like making a Victorian era child drink McDonald’s sprite. It will not sit right with his spirit. His favorite dessert would he any vaguely sweet fruit with wine, or a coffee that is 90% creamer.

Genos: Something in my spirit is telling me he’d enjoy anything strawberry-related, although Saitama doesn’t like them. This leads to them falling out while a shortcake bakes in the background. Im kidding, obviously. But seeing as how ONE has a very “go stupid aaaaaaaa” attitude towards writing, it would be a very tame end to their relationship (assuming there’s gonna be an end) compared to all the other shitdick stuff happening in this series. Zombieman’s ass has been out for like 8 chapters, you can’t tell me shit.

Metal Bat: Kiddo snorts protein powder for breakfast, probably. He’s ripped as hell and his diet reflects that sorta, with a hint of seventeen year-old craziness thrown in there. Bitch eats like a violent stoner sometimes because he knows his metabolism can handle it and he won’t die from food poisoning nor food coma. However, his favorite dessert would be creme brûlée because it’s the only food you’re required to beat the shit out of before eating, and we all know he loves bonking stuff.

Tanktop Master: Over health-ifys shit like Darkshine, just to a lesser degree. However I also HC him as a huge momma’s boy, and if said mother is supportive in his endeavors to become the world’s swolest man, she’d definitely make him something both sweet and healthy. However, I’d doubt he care about slipping up on his diet every once and a while. He’d probably enjoy a soft serve here and there.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: his palate is very limited on account of being in literal prison. However, he doesn’t really hate it there for some reason, and I’ve even stated in a previous hc that he sometimes gets specialized meals in the cafeteria due to his status as a hero. His favorite dessert would probably be whatever chocolate-flavored sweet brick they can shit out. Like, motherfuckers get really creative with their ingredients while locked up and there’s a bomb ass recipe for chocolate cake floating around that I’ve tried and can confirm it’s 10/10 not bad. I’m getting off-topic. His favorite dessert is whatever asshole he’ll be eating out of that night.

Saitama: Even though he’s poorer than.... fuck, I don’t know. He’s broke but he still indulges in the prestige shit here and there. He’s got a massive sweet tooth even though he’s ripped as hell, hence why he eats so much fruit because it’s the only sweet thing he can afford to ingest without losing his gains. His favorite dessert would be anything banana-related, but nothing as decadent as say, dark chocolate. Probably banana foster waffles. I don’t know why that popped into my head, I just know Saitama would like them.

Garou: motherfucker could shit on a rock with sprinkles on it and call it dessert. His favorite, though? Sweet, sweet victory. And candy bars.

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inwhichiramble · 3 years ago

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[MAJOR ETERNALS SPOILERS AHEAD]

[though I’m probably like the last person to see it lol]

My thoughts watching Eternals:

Oooh Star Wars intro

Why is Mesopotamia so dry, it’s literally called the Fertile Crescent??? Idk whatever lol

So many names holy cow

Wait Dane x Sersi is pretty cute but this is so early I’m worried

Okay Babylon, fun

WHAT

IT’S BEEN 5 MINUTES

How am I supposed to root for Ikaris x Sersi when we JUST established that he left her??

THEY GOT MARRIED I’M SORRY W H A T

Ooop not the car ride that’s awkward

… wait can they die

WHAT

Oh man

That Cap shield on the plane!!!! Do they have a bunch of artifacts or something??

Gilga-mess 😭😂

“Thor used to follow me around when he was a kid” 😭😭 Where are my ancient Eternals with Asgardians headcanons and fics????

Ikaris saying he could lead the Avengers ☠��

“There is no Olympia” yeah I knew something was fishy here

Not Arashim getting more sus by the minute ✋

Wait so Thanos lowkey helped delay the Emergence?? Oop—

Not Sprite having an eternal crush on Ikaris 😭 Aah my poor girl

“You’re breaking up?” Gosh man don’t sound so excited lol

I was about to be like those are some weak excuses buddy but then the deviant was like YEET ☠️😂

NOOOO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO

ARE YOU SERIOUS

I feel like Jack was calling me out because for a hot second I really thought Ikaris was way too similar to Superman 😂 Also apparently DC is MCU canon but it’s fictional? Love that for them😂

Y’allllll I really want to like Druikkarri but I’m not seeing it yet 😫

So global warming is because of the Emergence, apparently? 😐

I KNEW I DIDN’T LIKE HIM

Yoooo if Pietro could have met Makkari they would have been bestiesss

NOT SPRITE TOO

You know what, nvm, I can get behind Druikkari

Oh shoot

Good job not taking that knife out, Sersi

YOOO THENAAA MY QUEEN

Ikaris: *yeets into the sun* Me: Aw, fulfilling the legend are ye? Okay bye 👋

*Bucky seeing Tiamut on the news*: Yup. That’s it. Nothing can surprise me anymore. Sam, wake me up when something actually interesting happens.

Gosh, when I finally thought this was over… Arashim you creep

Still love Dane tho

And then, here it is, the only part of the movie that was spoiled for me…. hello, Harry.

DANE NO

Final thoughts:

Holyyy cow that was a movie. It was a good movie, and while it wasn’t my favorite and probably wouldn’t even make my Marvel top 10… I can respect it. The visuals were pretty cool, as was the lore and the acting. I imagine I would have enjoyed it more if I had comic book knowledge of the Eternals, because it was just really hard to keep track of everyone, and with half of them dying it just felt like they had so much more MCU potential. I dunno. But I did enjoy it, and I hope we’ll see more of them in the future 😌 Thanks for coming on the ride with me!

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #mcu phase 4 #eternals #dane x sersi #druikkari #thena x gilgamesh #reactions #disney+#eternals disney plus #movie reaction #eternals spoilers #drukkari

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years ago

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Once In A Lifetime

A/N: Well guys. I guess you can say I fell down a rabbit hole....DEEP down a rabbit hole. And I’m going to blame Walker. LOL I’ve always been a Jensen/Dean girl with Jared/Sam curiosity and after a dream I had a few nights ago, THIS happened. Now the dream was only the first part of this story, meeting them in a restaurant but them, while writing it took on a life of it’s own and I am not sorry in the least.

Summary: During your shift as a waitress as a restaurant in Austin, you are surprised to find two of your favorite celebrities in your section. How will that encounter cause you to have a once in a lifetime experience?

W/C: 11,138 words ( I’m not the least bit sorry)

Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment

Warnings: ogling, fantasies, smut, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), fisting, anal play, cum play, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, squirting, daddy kink, mama kink

"Holy shit," I exclaim before clapping my palm over my mouth as there were three adorable children in the vicinity. "Sorry. My name is Y/N and I'll be your server today," I say as I try to calm down. Jared and Genevieve Padalecki were seated in my zone at Y/E/E. "Can I interest you in some appetizers or some coloring pages and crayons for the kids?"

I can't help but glance around at the five of them. They two boys sporting the longer locks like their dad and the little girl, all dolled up with her light brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. They were three of the six most adorable kids in the world; the other three being the Ackles kids but I had yet to see them in person, only on the computer.

“We will take some buffalo cauliflower bites and some mozzarella cheese sticks with marinara,” the loveliest voice I’d ever heard spoke. I look toward Genevieve to see her smiling at me, her brown eyes sparkling.

“And-” I pause to swallow. “-for drinks?”

“Whatever is on tap for Jared, I’ll take a sweet tea with lemon and the kids will have Sprite,” she tells me, the smile on her face unmoving. ‘God she’s gorgeous,’ I think to myself as I write down the orders. ‘Jared is one lucky son of a bitch.’

I grin as I tell them I will be right back with their drinks and head toward the server area. I throw my pad down on the counter and lean against it, my palms flat against the granite. How the fuck am I going to get through serving them? I have had a crush on Genevieve since I watched Wildfire a few years ago. And then when I caught an episode of Supernatural and got a glimpse of Jared, I was in lust, for both of them.

And now I had to cater to and serve them while being professional and less of a crazy fan. Yea that isn’t going to happen. I know myself too well. I’m going to do or say something that will absolutely humiliate myself in front of the two celebrities I have adored for years.

Thanks to some tactical breathing exercises while waiting on their food and an internal pep talk, I got through serving the Padalecki family and when they asked for the bill I was a bit saddened that their visit was coming to an end. I knew I’d probably never see them again.

As I printed out their receipt I lamented the fact that the one time I met anyone famous it was at work and I couldn’t ask for an autograph or photo with them. I smiled as I gave them the sales slip and walked away.

From my post behind the server’s desk I watched as the five of them got up and walked toward the door. Genevieve looked my way and smiled and waved as they left. I returned the gesture and giggled.

After making sure the coast was clear, I approached their table to collect the payment and take it to the register. What I wasn’t expecting with the cash, was a handwritten note with a phone number on it.

‘Y/N your service was magnificent. Here’s a little tip for you and a bigger one awaits, if you are interested. (xxx)xxx-xxxx. ~Gen’

Did she really expect me to call her? Was this even her real number? What kind of tip is she referring to anyway? I look at the money in my hand to see that they have paid almost $50 more than their bill! What bigger tip than that could it be?!

I waited until my shift was over and I was in the comfort of my own vehicle before I pulled the piece of paper with the number out of my apron.

Opening the text app with shaky fingers, I typed out the response I had thought of all evening.

Hey. Is this Genevieve Padalecki? It's Y/N from Y/E/E. I was your waitress earlier.

Almost immediately my phone pings and I see that whomever I texted had responded.

Hey Y/N. Yes, it's me. Glad to see you found my note.

Yea, I did. What I can't figure out is why you left it. Did I do something wrong?

Oh sweetie no! You were the perfect hostess. Sweet, friendly, easy on the eyes ;)

Whoa, was this married woman flirting with me? This famous married woman who had an attractive, sexy, famous as well husband.

Uh, thanks.

You caught not only my eye but Jare's as well. We'd like to get to know you better. Have you already gotten off? From work, I mean. Ha!

Ok, if that isn't flirting then I don't know what is. That was definitely an innuendo, right?

Yes. I'm sitting in my car.

Wanna come over? The kids are in bed. Us adults can talk without interruptions.

Uh, okay. I'm gonna kinda need your address. I might be a fan but I'm not that kind of fan.

Gen sends me her address, along with the code to get into the gate. I realize they live in the gated community about 45 minutes away.

I look in the rearview and notice my hair is frizzy and half of it has fallen out of the ponytail it was in. I really didn't want to show up on their doorstep looking like a charity case but then again was I going to pass up the opportunity to get to know two of my favorite celebrities?

If you aren't interested we completely understand.

Gen's message breaks me out of my reverie and I look at it, deciding what the hell.

On my way now.

We can't wait to see you again Y/N!

I place my phone in the cupholder and start the car up, still in shock that I'm headed to the personal home of Jared and Genevieve Padalecki.

What universe am I in?!

I get to their house and Genevieve meets me at the door.

"Hey Y/N," she greets me with a smile. "Did you have any trouble getting in the gate?"

"No, it opened right up as soon as I punched in the code."

Gen is dressed down for the evening. Well, as dressed down as I'm sure famous rich people can be. She is wearing velour sweat shorts, probably some name brand designer and her t-shirt has the Family Business Brewery logo and name printed on it.

And here I look like a slob who can't care for herself. I so do not belong here.

"Come on in," Genevieve continues as she opens the door wide. "Jared is in the kitchen making us ladies some drinks."

"Uh, I don't know. I mean, I still have to drive home later."

"Or you could stay," she says as she takes my hand and stands right in front of me. Genevieve is just a couple inches taller than I am so we are practically face to face.

"Oh."

That's all I can say. It is glaringly obvious now what this visit is. And if I said I wasn't down for it I'd be lying!

Gen smiles as she takes her free hand and reaches behind me, pulling the tie from my hair. I feel the weight of it fall to my shoulders.

"That's better," she says then turns and pulls me further into the house.

We get to the kitchen and Jared is standing there, dressed down also in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. I can't stop myself as my eyes run down the length of his body.

The t-shirt doesn't do much to hide the breath of his shoulders or the bulk of his pecs, the arms of the fabric stretched tight over his biceps. As my eyes wander lower, I realize that all the rumors I'd heard about the heft and length of his 'conda were not exaggerated as I can definitely see the outline of it behind the silky material of his shorts. But what really draws my attention is the definition of his calf muscles; even relaxed they distend from his legs, the skin taut over them.

"Hey. You made it," his voice brings my attention back to his face. "I'm Jared."

"I know," I say sincerely, internally wincing at how nervous I sound. I smile to hide the uneasiness.

"Yea, I kinda figured that out at Y/E/E by your reaction," he chuckles as he hands a glass to his wife. "Gen wanted a margarita but we have some craft beer in the fridge if that is more your taste. It's really good. Our friends, Jensen and Dee, own a brewery."

"Family Business," I state with a nod. "I've wanted to go check it out but haven't had a chance, yet."

"Well, maybe we can get you a private tour sometime," he tells me with a wink. "Now, name your poison."

I settle for a Cosmic Cowboy, Jared grabs a Grackle for himself and the three of us make our way to the living room.

Their house is magnificent. There are logs, de-barked, as beams across the ceiling and even the staircase is made of the same type of wood. I'd seen it in a family picture on the internet but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be inside this home to appreciate the beauty of it.

The Padalecki's and I talk for what seems like hours. We all seem to have so much in common. Eventually I had traded the beer for one of Jared's famous margaritas, thanks to Gen's suggestion and before I knew it I was on my third one and not feeling any pain.

A smile was glued to my face and I couldn't stop giggling. I was drinking with Jared and Genevieve Padalecki! Who would have ever thought that.

Jared takes the almost empty glass from my hand and laughs at the pout I give him.

"Ok lush," he says with his own deep giggle. "If you get too drunk we can't talk about what we invited you here for."

In my inebriated state, I say words I never in a million years thought I would ever utter. "You want to fuck me."

Jared looks surprised and glances at Genevieve, which causes me to look at her as I realize what I just said.

Can you go from intoxicated to sober in less than 5 seconds? Because I just did!

"Oh my god!" I exclaim. "I'm so sorry. I have no filter when I've been drinking."

I start to fidget and prepare to be thrown out of their house. I am taken aback when Gen smiles and says, "Yes we do."

There is a trail of clothing from the top of the staircase down the hall to where we are now. My body is being held up against the wall as Jared devours my mouth, Gen's lips on my neck and shoulder.

"You are so fucking sexy," she whispers and I whimper into her husband's mouth. "You caught my eye as soon as we walked into Y/E/E this evening. I knew I wanted you and Jared agreed."

"Let's take this into the bedroom," Jared murmurs against my lips and hoists me up by the back of my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist.

He carries me into the room with Genevieve following closely behind. He lays me back on the bed and hovers over me, his body pressed tightly to mine. I can feel his erection digging into my lower stomach.

"Jared," Gen calls in a sultry, seductive voice. "Share."

Jared pushes up off of me and Gen steps between my open knees. "Let's get these panties off of you," she says and I notice that she has already removed hers plus her bra and is standing at the edge of the bed in all her naked glory.

To say Genevieve Padalecki was beautiful would be an understatement but her nude? Well it just amped up the sexiness by a bajillion. She has no hair on her pussy, shaved (or waxed) clean. Her tits are perfect handfuls with pretty little rosy pink nipples that are erect and hardened.

She has pulled her soft brown hair up into a makeshift bun and I watch as she reaches forward, her dainty fingers curling into the hem of my plain panties. Thank god I took the time before work to landscape!

She gasps as my equally shaven cunt is exposed as she pulls the garment down my legs and off my feet.

"Such a pretty little pussy huh Jared?"

Jared comes back into my line of vision and he smiles at me before his eyes trail down to look at my bare body.

"So pretty," he says breathlessly as his hands come up and around his wife, his big hands covering her tits. "Bet it tastes so good. You gonna let Gen eat you out Y/N? Let her taste that sweet box."

I nod and he tsks. "Words Y/N. Use your words little kitten."

I swallow audibly and speak. "Yes. I want Gen to eat my pussy."

Gen smiles as she turns her head and kisses Jared passionately. After a few seconds though he pulls away, and pushes her closer to me. "Get to licking, baby while I open you up."

Gen bends down and I feel her hands on the inside of my thighs close to my center. The first touch of her tongue against my folds has me moaning like a porn star. She doesn't even breach my slit, just licks up the middle and then sucks on my outer lips.

She moans and I look to see Jared has disappeared, on his knees behind her eating her out as she does the same to me. I can already feel the coil deep inside constricting. This is the most erotic sexual experience I have ever or will ever have!

When Gen does finally lick me open, she immediately wraps her lips around my clit suckling and flicking the tip with her soft tongue. I feel a finger stroking around my entrance before it enters me.

"Mmmmm," Gen moans and I open my eyes that I didn't even realize were closed. Jared is back in my line of sight, looking down as he notches his cock at her entrance.

He then places his hands on her hips and drives himself forward, burying inside his wife. Gen moans against my skin and I feel that coil tightening. I don't want to cum just yet so I brace against it, holding my release back.

With Jared's deep hard thrusts Gen's body bounces forward pushing her face closer into my pussy. She trades her finger inside me with her tongue and her thumb is rubbing circles around my clit as she licks my fluttering walls.

My orgasm is bearing down and I'm beginning to fear I won't be able to hold it back.

Jared is grunting and groaning behind her, his eyes fixate on his wife's task of fingering me and licking my clit and labia.

There is so much pressure between my legs I have to bite my lip to contain the scream that is begging to be released.

"Holy fuck!" Gen exclaims, pulling my attention to her. "Look babe. I have my whole hand inside her."

Jared's eyes travel to the spot and they widen as they take in the view. "Fuck! That is so goddamned hot."

Gen begins a soft thrust with her arm, twisting her wrist and letting her fingers hit my sweet spot. I see stars as I yell out. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Go on Y/N. Cum all over Gen. She wants it."

I let go and the pressure lessens as I feel my walls constrict and liquid squirts out around Gen's hand.

"God that was hot!" They both exclaim simultaneously and laugh. Gen bends down and begins licking and suckling at my cunt as Jared continues his hard pace.

He slaps her ass twice and then stills, groaning as I'm sure he is shooting his load inside her. Gen places her forehead on my inner thigh, catching her breath as Jared pulls out and looks down with a smile.

"Baby you are leaking so much cum it's dripping on the floor."

When Gen moves out of the way, I get my first look at Jared's massive dick. And when I say massive, I mean massive. Not only is it ginormous in length but the girth is unbelievable. How does he keep something that size hidden so well?

His hand is around the still-hard member and he looks at me as he fists up and down. "You ready?"

"Yes," I tell him confidently although inside I am not.

Gen has left the room, gone into their ensuite to clean up I'm sure. "Should we wait?" I ask hesitantly.

"Nah, she knows I plan to fuck your brains out. She'll rejoin shortly."

“Okay,” I say with a nod and watch as Jared climbs onto the bed, walking on his knees to place himself between my legs. He is still fisting his cock, the mixture of his and his wife’s release lubricating the movement.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks tentatively and I look up at him. He has one palm on the mattress beside my head and is hovering over me, but not touching.

I nod and then with a quirk of his eyebrow I remember his request, to use words. “Yes. Please kiss me Jared.”

Jared leans down and brushes his lips against mine softly but firmly. When his tongue touches the seam of my mouth, I open for him allowing him to lick into me. The kiss quickly becomes deeper, more passionate. My hands automatically reach up and my fingers entwine in the long locks on his head, pulling him closer.

Losing his balance, Jared falls on top of me, his hand that was holding him up, cupping the side of my face as we both get lost in the kiss. I can feel his moist, damp dick on my stomach and it causes me to writhe. God, I so desperately want that monster inside me!

The bed dips with Gen’s return and her hands run over the part of my skin that is visible under Jared’s large form.

“You two look so fucking hot together,” she whispers as she kisses along my neck. “Y/N, you going to let Jared fuck you? Feel that big dick of his filling up that perfect little pussy?”

I can’t answer her because Jared is still kissing me senseless so I whimper and dig my fingers into his scalp. Her words are music to my ears, the assurance and suggestion of what all he is planning to do to me all the encouragement I need. She is okay with me fucking Jared; she is actually urging it. I pull away, opening my eyes to see his hazel ones, lidded and filled with lust.

“Fuck me Jared,” I say and he smiles as he lifts himself and grabs his dick, notching it at my entrance.

“Ready baby?”

I nod and smile before saying, “More than ready.”

The stretch of my walls around his dick is a pleasured pain. It feels so good as he keeps sliding deeper in until it feels as if his tip is going to puncture through my cervix. I look down between us to see that he is to the root inside me and it makes me wetter, if that’s even possible.

Gen pinches my chin between her thumb and fingers and turns my head to look at her. “Y/N, Jared is going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

Gen claims my lips with her own as Jared slowly and torturously pulls out until just the head of his dick is inside me. I feel his hands grip my hips and then he plunges into me in one swift movement. I can’t help but cry into her mouth as he sits the same fast hard pace as he had with her, his dick stretching my pussy and digging in deep.

I pull away from Gen’s mouth to yell. “HOLY SHIT! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”

“Yea, you like that don’t ya?” Jared pants as he keeps thrusting into my willing body. “You like being impaled on my big dick huh?”

“Yes! Yes! YES!”

Gen reaches between us and uses her fingertip to rub circles on my clit, making that coil deep inside me tighten. I am going to be cumming any minute now, I know it. I can’t hold it back even if I tried.

“You going to let Jared fill you up. Pump you full of his cum until you’re leaking like I was? Yea, you are, aren’t you? You want to feel him throbbing and shooting his load into your womb.”

Her words make my eyes roll into the back of my head and I scream as I feel my climax bearing down. Without any more prompting from either of them, I once again feel that pressure from earlier and before I know it I am squirting out around Jared’s dick, my release splashing against his thighs.

“Fuck!” he exclaims as he ramps up his efforts and suddenly I feel the warmth of his cum and the throb of his length as he empties inside me, his grunts and groans barely heard over the blood pumping through my ears.

Jared claims my mouth again, his cock still buried deep in my pussy as it softens.

I just fucked this man while his wife watched, after having her way with me. Whose life is this?!

My eyes slowly open as I come to consciousness. I am hot, sweaty and uncomfortable and the need to pee is overwhelming. I go to roll over but am met with resistance, from both behind and in front of me. What the hell?

I fully open my eyes and take in the view. That is not my ceiling and this is not my bed. My mattress has never been this soft, even when it was new. I look down and see the ivory sheets and the maroon comforter and it all comes back to me.

I fucked Jared AND Genevieve Padalecki! I am in their bed, in their house snuggled up between them. I had sex with a married couple; not once, not twice but three times they fucked the daylights out of me. And I enjoyed every second of it.

I squirm as I feel something moving inside me, slowly making its way out of my body and sigh when I feel a clump of Jared’s cum slide out and down my ass, landing on the sheet under me. God, he cummed so hard and so much last night, filling both me and Gen up.

And as good as it felt, it tasted even better. Especially out of Gen’s pussy. I had licked it right up as it poured out of her hole and onto my lips and tongue and she reciprocated before we teamed up and took turns swallowing him down, his palms cupping the back of our heads as we knelt in front of him, licking and sucking his cock.

My bladder takes me out of my reminiscence as the urge to piss becomes palpable and I wiggle and shift until I am out from under Jared’s arm and go to crawl over Gen’s sleeping form, unintentionally waking her.

“Hey sweetie. Where are you going?” she asks sleepily and the torpor in her voice is sexy and sensuous.

“I gotta pee,” I tell her and she smiles before lifting her head to kiss me.

“Ok baby. Hurry back.”

I walk into the ensuite and quickly sit on the toilet to do my business, still reeling from the events of last night. How the hell did I end up here? And how am I going to recover from having my dreams come true? How am I supposed to go back to my normal, boring existence after such an experience?

As I finish up and wash my hands, I decide that I’m going to leave while the leaving is good. What if they regret it? What if it wasn’t what they expected? What if I was just a first choice when they decided to have a threesome? Too many what if’s and not enough answers for my taste.

I tiptoe back into their room and grab my panties from the floor, pulling them on when I realize the rest of my clothing is thrown throughout the hallway. Shit! If the kids were up and strolling around the house they would see the waitress from the restaurant in their house half naked.

“Y/N?” Gen’s voice causes me to turn my head to see her up on one elbow looking at me confused. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Y-yea. I think that would be best, don’t you?”

“Hell no. Get your perky little ass back in the bed,” she said authoritatively. “And take off those panties. I want to be able to touch you and caress you.”

I do as she says and she scoots closer to her husband as she pats the mattress in front of her. I climb in beside her and she promptly pulls me to her, her hand cupping my sex as she kisses along my ear. She whispers, “I’m never going to get tired of this pretty little pussy,” as she begins drawing circles on my clit and running her fingers down my folds. "Could eat it everyday and never get enough.”

I whimper at her words and she smiles against my skin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me eating you out everyday, fucking you with my tongue, my fingers, my fist. Shit, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

Her fingers tease my opening before two of them slide inside, curling up to hit that sweet spot. My back arches off the bed as I moan. “Yea, you like that don’t you. You like me fingering you.” She scissors her digits open and closed as we both groan at the slick that has accumulated.

“Cum baby,” she urges. “Come on Mama’s hand.”

My climax comes out of nowhere as Gen sits up, propping her body with her free hand as he other works me furiously through my release. I watch her with bated breath as she removes her hand and licks her fingers clean. “Mmm, tasty.”

When she is done, she leans down and kisses me, her tongue prodding into my open lips, letting me taste the sweetness of my tang on it. I run my fingers through her hair, fisting them.

“Jesus, what a sight to wake up to,” we hear Jared’s groggy voice and pull apart, looking at him. His hazel eyes are sparkling and there is a smug grin on his lips. “I could get used to this.” Gen turns and kisses him just as passionately as we had just kissed and I hear Jared groan, knowing he is tasting the remnants of my release.

Ok, so maybe this wasn’t something they regretted. This was what they both wanted and still want and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it too. Maybe I had been the first opportunity they’d come across when they decided to have a threesome but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I would gladly take whatever they wanted to give.

And from the sounds and sights coming from the bed beside me, I was about to have another out of this world sexual escapade with two of the hottest people on the planet.

I’m sitting in the kitchen at the bar in my panties and a t-shirt Gen gave me drinking a cup of coffee and watching Jared move about the kitchen, cooking eggs and making toast.

A pair of slender arms wrap around me from behind, startling me. “Morning baby,” Gen purrs as she kisses my shoulder.

I tense up afraid of getting caught if one of their kids walk in. “Uh, where’re the kids?”

“It’s Wednesday. They always have a playdate with the Ackles kids on Wednesday,” Gen says as she comes around and sits beside me. “We’re good. Francine took them over and will bring them back this afternoon.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say hesitantly. I’m relieved that I don’t have to worry about being found out but I’m also nervous because the three of us are alone in the house. What exactly did they have planned?

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Jared says as he sits two plates of eggs, toast and jam in front of his wife and myself. “We all need to talk anyway. And the kids do not need to hear what we have to discuss.”

Well, there goes my good feeling down the drain. Now is when they are going to drop the bomb; tell me that it was all fun and games but they’ve satisfied their curiosity and I’m on my own. God, how can I be so dumb. What made me think that two celebrities would want me to stick around?

I push the food around on my plate as I try to come up with a way to take the blow and leave with my head held high.

“Jared Tristan,” Gen admonishes. “Look what you’ve done. You went and made her feel bad. Honey,” she says as she places a hand on mine. “It’s not bad; what we want to talk about. I promise.” She leans over and places a chaste kiss to my lips. “Now eat up so we can get to it. I think you might need your energy if I’m reading this situation correctly.”

I try my best to eat as much of the food as I can with my stomach still in knots and my anxiety level through the roof. Gen clears her plate and then looks at me, silently asking if I’m finished. I nod and clear my throat. “Yes, thank you.”

Jared grabs my hand and pulls me off the stool, dragging me toward the living room once again. Last night, this is the same exact place that they propositioned me and invited me into their bed. Now, here we are again, apparently discussing something new.

I wait with bated breath as Gen makes her way into the room, carrying her and my coffee cups, sitting mine on the table in front of me.

“First off,” she begins as she turns to look at me, one leg under her bottom. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Wh-what?” I ask in shock. Was she actually asking if I enjoyed having sex with them?

“Did you have a good time? With us?”

“Duh,” I answer cringing at my snarkiness. “Yes, I enjoyed it and I had an amazing time. And I understand if this was a one-off; something you wanted out of your systems. I get it. And I promise not to speak a word of it to anyone.”

Jared chuckles and Gen throws her head back, laughing. “Oh honey. I don’t care about that. Hell, scream it from the rooftops for all I care. We want to know if you’d like to continue.”

To say I am floored is an understatement. They are actually asking if I want to keep having sex with them? Have I died and gone to Heaven?

“Really?” I gasp. I never in a million years would have ever thought this was what we needed to discuss.

“Yes, really,” Jared tells me from the armchair. “We understand if it is too much. We, uh-” he pauses to rub the back of his neck and chuckle. “-got a little enthusiastic last night. It’s usually not that acrobatic. But yea, we want to know if you want to keep this going.”

I nod as my brows furrow and I look down at my hands, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of Gen’s shirt. How can I answer without sounding too enthusiastic or overly eager?

“Sweetie?” Gen asks, leaning down to look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Is it too much?”

The worry in her voice is what gets me. Is she actually afraid I am going to turn them down? But I have to know something first.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why me? I mean, was I just the first girl you came across once you decided to have a threesome?”

Gen and Jared both chuckle. “No baby,” Gen assures me. “This isn’t our first time doing this. We’ve had threesomes before. We, uh- should we tell her Jare?”

“She’ll find out eventually,” he answers his wife. “Go on.”

“We had a relationship with Jared’s co-star Jensen for a few months. It went really well but then we decided to end it, amicably before we all got married. He was dating Danneel but she was living in LA while he was up in Vancouver with us. And well, we fucked. Not Jare and Jen, they just uh, shared me. Although they did get close to kissing once in a competition to see who could get me off first by eating me out simultaneously.” She ends with a laugh and I look over to see Jared blushing.

“Now, that...that cannot and should not be repeated,” he says, clearing his throat. “We just got too close and our tongues touched that’s all.” He explained my unanswered inquiry.

“So, this isn’t your first time having a threesome with another guy?” I ask. “But is it a first with another girl?”

“Yes,” they both answer resolutely. “You are our first female conquest.” Gen finishes before she laces her fingers with mine. “When I saw you yesterday at Y/E/E, I liked you immediately. Even though I could tell you knew who we were you kept it professional and when I asked Jared what he thought about you, I could tell by the way he looked at you he wanted you. We both did. That’s why I left my number. Figured it’d be safer to leave mine than his in case someone else found the note.”

“It’s in my car,” I smiled at her. “I wasn’t about to throw it away.”

“See, you knew. You might have not realized you knew, but you knew me leaving you my number was a big risk.”

“So?” Jared asks as both Gen and I turn to look at him. “Is this something you can see continuing?”

“Absolutely!” I answer confidently and certain. “I will be the third wheel for you guys.”

“Oh honey, in this relationship, we are all equals,” Gen says as she smoothes her hand over my hair. “Now, let’s talk about the rules.”

The 'rules' as I soon discover aren't really rules at all. Mostly we discuss what kind of things are turn-ons and what are turn-offs.

I find out that Gen loves oral, receiving and giving, whether it be male or female. She requests to be called Mama in the bedroom and is unopposed to anal play.

Jared's turn-ons include oral as well, he loves to maintain dominance over his lovers and inquired as to whether I am opposed to that aspect. I tell him an unwaveringly no. I will submit and comply with his control.

When asked what I prefer, I shrug my shoulders. I'd never given it much thought. Sure, I'd had partners before; I wasn't a virgin by any means but to actually sit and think and come up with stuff I liked and didn't like was new to me.

"Okay," Gen says, aware of my discomfort. "Well, we know you like oral, both giving and receiving it. And you like fucking, we are very well aware of that." She continues with a smile. "Are there any positions you're more fond of than others?"

"Uh, I like doggy style," I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. Good god, I've had sex with these people and I'm getting embarrassed!

"Hey now. None of that," Gen coos. "This is a judgment free zone."

I nod, feeling more confident. "I like it when, uh...when you pulled my hair while I was eating you out. And," I turn to look at Jared. "I liked when you spanked her while fucking into her. That was hot, but not like you know, hard or a lot of smacks but...yea."

He smiles at me and nods. "Good to know kitten."

"Anything else?" Gen presses.

"Uh, nothing I can think of right now. No, but permission to revisit this if I do think of something?"

"Of course sweetie."

"One last thing," Jared announces and I turn to look at him. "Move in with us?"

When the kids come in later with their nanny, they stop in their tracks when they see me sitting on the couch with their parents, platonically of course.

The two older ones, Tom and Shep, recognize me and ask their mom why the lady from the restaurant is here while the little girl, Odette, climbs onto Jared's lap and burrows into his chest, peeking out and glancing at me.

"This is our friend. Her name is Y/N and she's going to be staying with us," Gen eases the information to the boys.

The middle child, Shep, is the first one to speak. "Does she like dinosaurs?"

Gen looks at me with joy and laughter in her eyes. I smile and tell Shep, "Dinosaurs are magnificent! My favorite is the pterodactyl. What's yours?"

The discussion between the boys and I quickly turns to which dinosaur would win if they were all in a battle to which dinosaur could survive if they were to come back alive and be in the world as it is today.

Odette finally warms up and makes her way to my side, telling me that Mommy dinosaurs have to wear makeup while Daddy dinosaurs go to work.

I had been terrified of how the kids would accept the fact that I was going to be living with them but I had nothing to worry about.

Kids are resilient though. They can adapt and adjust to just about anything. The three Padalecki kids have no problem knowing there is a new person living in their home but I also know the real talk is going to come after dinner and after Francine leaves for the evening.

Gen and I work together that night, getting the dinner dishes cleaned off and stacked in the dishwasher. Every so often, Gen would glance around and then pull me into a kiss, keeping it mostly innocent and chaste. The only thing not innocent is when her hands would roam and grab a boob or my ass or one time she ran her hand down my crotch, pressing on my clit.

Once the kitchen is cleared, the two of us join Jared and the kids in their playroom where we decide to tell them what is actually going on.

Tom and Shep were sitting on the floor playing with toy cars, making engine noises while Odette sat on her dad's lap, coloring.

"Guys," Gen speaks, getting the boys' attention. "Can you come over here for a moment. Family meeting."

Tom and Shep get up and walk to the table and stand, looking between the three adults in the room.

"Okay, you know how we have taught you all that honesty is always best? And that lying will only get you into more trouble?"

"Yes ma'am," they say in unison.

"Okay. Well your dad and I are going to be honest with you. Y/N is not only our friend, she is our girlfriend. We like her like we like each other; like Unkie Jensen likes Auntie D. And she likes us.

"You will see us-both of us- hug Y/N and kiss her just like we do each other. If you have a bad dream at night and come to our room she is going to be in bed with us. But we will always, always make room for you. You three are our littlest loves and there isn't anything in this world we wouldn't do for you.

"Also, Y/N is the boss as much as your dad and I are so whatever she says goes. If she tells you it's time for bed you don't try to haggle your way out of it. If she tells you you've had enough candy, you listen. She is the adult, you are not. You understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay. Do you have any questions?"

They shake their heads no and Gen smiles as she reaches out to ruffle Shep's hair and then Tom's.

"You can go play for another hour and then it's time for baths and bed."

The boys go back to their spots and continue their game.

"Well that went better than I was expecting," I say with a laugh.

"Our boys are smart," Jared says with an air of pride.

Odette looks up at him with a scoff, which causes both Gen and I to laugh.

"You're smart too lil O," he tells her before placing a kiss on her temple.

When it's time for baths, Tom asks that I help him so I follow him to his room where he picks out a set of pajamas and underwear. We walk down the hall to the bath and he undresses as I begin filling the tub.

"Y/N?" Tom says as he washes his hair.

"Yea?"

"Do you love us?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even. This was not a question I was expecting from a 7 year old.

"Mommy said that you like them like they like each other. And I know mommy and daddy love each other and they love us just like Unkie Jen loves Auntie D and JJ and Arry and Zeppy. So do you love us too?"

I'm not sure how to answer his inquiry. Do I love him and his siblings? Sure, what's not to love about three of the best behaved kids I have ever encountered.

They took their Mom's news in stride, like it was no big deal that both their parents had a girlfriend, like it was normal.

"Yes, Tom. I love you and Shep and lil O. How could I not? You three are awesome," I laugh trying to break the tension. "Plus we can talk about dinosaurs without people giving us weird looks."

"Do you love Mommy and Daddy too?"

Well, there it is. The one question I was hoping to avoid because I didn't have an answer. I don't know the answer.

Do I love Jared and Genevieve? I know I've lusted after them both for years and the three of us have had the most remarkable, memorable sex of my existence, but love? Wasn't it too soon?

"I think it is time to finish your bath before you turn wrinkly like a raisin," I tell him instead.

It is only a few weeks later that those three words are shared between us.

As we are readying for bed, Gen and I doing a skincare routine in front of the bathroom mirror Jared waltz in and lifts the toilet seat, not caring to relieve himself while we are in the room.

After he finishes and he rights himself, he wiggles between us to wash his hands. We both laugh at his antics and while drying his hands he kisses Gen, telling her he loves her and then turns to kiss me.

"I love you too," he whispers against my lips and my eyes widen at his proclamation.

The whole world stills, the Earth quits spinning and the air stops flowing as he presses his lips to mine again.

"Y/N?" Gen calls to me and everything begins moving again. "Are you okay sweetie?"

"Uh." That's the only thing I can utter. Jared just told me he loves me. He just dropped those three precious words like it was nothing.

"Do you not love me? Us?" Jared asks as he pulls away and looks down at me.

My eyes well up with tears and I can't stop my body shaking if I wanted to.

"Yes," I answer with a laugh. "I love you so much!"

Jared wraps me up in a kiss again, deepening it as he bends me backwards. We pull away with smiles.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," I say repeatedly.

"I love you Y/N," Gen proclaims as she pulls me into a hug before kissing me senseless.

That night we don't fuck. The three of us make love to one another, proclaiming our love and devotion to one another over and over until we each find our climaxes together, as one.

On Friday we decide it is time to visit the Family Business Brewery to stock up on some more beer since the supply at home is getting low.

I'm nervous as hell as today I get to meet Jared and Gen's best friends and former lover. Jensen and Daneel and the kids have been away, up in the north visiting family and now they are back and the plan is to hang out at FBB to let the kids play on their playground.

The Ackles know that Jared and Gen have someone they want them to meet but as I find out on the way there, they have no idea just what I am to the Padalecki's. They just think it's a new friend.

As we pull up, the parking lot is half-full with vehicles and people milling about ready to go inside and sample some the craft beer that is brewed onsite.

I look toward the building and immediately can make out Jensen's silhouette. Probably because of the crowd that has amassed around him. Being one of the main characters on the country's hit sci-fi show and part owner of this place drew a bigger crowd to the brewery than the alcohol did apparently.

I notice that over half of the guests have some type of Supernatural paraphernalia, be it a t-shirt, a purse, or just a photo or something they hoped to get autographed.

The crowd finally disperses and Jensen finally makes his way to us, a smile on his face and a beer glass in his hand.

"Hey guys. Glad you could make it. Dee is inside helping Gino run the bar since we are down a person," he explains and then his eyes narrow in on me. "Hello. I'm Jensen."

"Y/N," I say with a nod.

"Jay, this is our girlfriend." Gen tells him and I watch for his reaction. He is one hell of an actor because other than a quick widening of his green eyes, he fixes his face into one of nonchalance.

"So, you're still…..doing that?" he asks lowly before taking a drink of his beer.

"We hadn't for a while," Jared speaks up. "Since you but yea, we now share a girlfriend."

"Nice," Jensen smiles but I can tell it's not a happy-for-you one; it's more forced, more strained.

Daneel finally comes out to join us and Gen introduces me much the same way she announced me to Jensen.

"Oh wow!" Daneel exclaims. "I, uh, didn't know you two were into that sort of thing."

So apparently she had no idea that a few years ago, Jensen had been in my position. Good to know as now I can be more aware of what to say and what to keep to myself.

The day is nice in the grove where the brewery is located. The heat from the sun is abated by the gentle breeze that flows through the trees.

Jared and Jensen, and sometimes Gen get pulled away a few times by excited fans asking for pictures of just to chat, leaving Daneel and I watching the kids.

I can tell she is dying to ask questions so once there is no one close by, I turn to her and tell her. "You can ask."

"Oh thank god! It's been killing me. How does it work? Do you all sleep together? Have sex together?"

I smile at her questions. And with living with the Padalecki's I have come to also believe the truth is better than lying philosophy.

"We love one another and we work together raising the three most amazing kids I've ever met. Well, until now; the Ackles kids are pretty fantastic." I pause to smile at her. "Yes, we share a bed each night. Sometimes I'm in the middle, sometimes Gen. It just depends on who needs the assurance and safety net the most.

"And yes we have sex together. As with the sleeping arrangement, we take turns on who is between the other two. Sometimes Jared fucks Gen while she eats me out and sometimes I eat her out while being whaled on by the big moose."

Daneel throws her hands up and shakes her head. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry I asked. That was a visual I did not need. And now it's stuck in my head."

She storms off and I can't help but laugh at her reaction. I mean, she asked after all. I just hope I didn't ruin her friendship with my lovers.

Later that night, when I tell Jared and Gen about it they laugh and assure me that it's nothing Daneel won't get over; that she just probably will never ask me anything ever again.

Over the next few months, I learn just how close the Padalecki's and the Ackles' are as we tend to spend every holiday together and attend each other's kid's birthday parties.

Daneel continues to be cordial to me but doesn't inquire any further into my relationship with Gen and Jared.

That may also be because after paparazzi got a photo of Gen and I at the store holding hands and ran with the story that Gen and Jared were obviously on the splits, the three of us sat down to an interview with People magazine and told the world that the Padalecki's marriage and relationship was still going strong and made it known that they were also in a relationship with me.

After that, the buzz of it all settled down and everything went back to semi-normal. There would be some gossip on the internet about us or we'd received unmarked mail containing threats of damnation but, with the help of my girlfriend and boyfriend, I learned to let it all slide.

People would always have their opinions. I just had to get used to them being different than my own. The world wasn't going to stop turning just because I was in a relationship with a married couple.

A year to the day that Jared and Gen had entered my life when they visited Y/E/E found us all in the kitchen; Jared and Gen sitting at the counter while I cooked us an anniversary dinner.

"Can you believe it's been a year?" Gen says as I pull the roasted chicken from the oven. "One year since we decided to go out to eat and run into the most beautiful human we've ever seen."

"A year since you left your number on a piece of paper before we left and waited patiently for her to call," Jared continues. "One whole year of the most magnificent mind-blowing sex of my life!"

"A year since I thought you leaving your number was a prank or a mistake but texted it anyway. A year of….hell, the best year of my existence, " I tell them as I plate up the chicken, pasta and asparagus before turning and placing their plates in front of them.

"I love you both so much."

"We love you equally," Gen says before we set about eating the dinner I cooked.

The kids were staying over at the Ackles' so we had the house to ourselves.

Jared cleared the kitchen after dinner and dessert while Gen and I went up to the bedroom to get ready in our matching lingerie that we purchased special for the occasion.

"Jared is going to flip when he sees us," Gen says as she comes up behind me in the mirror. "Fuck, are we lucky. Sweetie you are absolutely gorgeous. I can't wait to pull this off of you," she says kisses my shoulder, grazing her teeth across my skin. "With my teeth."

I shudder at the thought and reach back tangling my hand in her hair, kissing her passionately.

"Same goes for you darling," I tell her as we hear Jared coming up the stairs.

Gen and I rush to get on the bed, laying back in nothing but lace and silk waiting for Jared to enter the bedroom.

"Fuck. Me!" he exclaims as he walks in and sees us. "God damn, baby girls, you're going to give this ole man a heart attack," he says, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.

As we both promised, we put a show on for Jared; disrobing one another with nothing but our teeth and lips.

Gen finally squirts after I bury my face in her sweet cunt, licking all around with my fingers knuckle deep inside her. Her breathing is labored as I pull away, leaving my fingers wiggling inside and turn my head to kiss Jared.

He groans as the tang of her juices mixed with my taste floods his mouth and I begin fingering Gen again, feeling her walls fluttering and quivering around them.

"You like that Mama?" I ask as I pull away from my boyfriend. "You want more? I can recreate our first night."

"Fuck yes!" Gen screams. "Fist me baby."

I curl my fingers down and work my closed fist into her sopping wet pussy easily, twisting my wrist as she writhes above me. I lean down and suck her clit between my lips, flicking the nub with my tongue.

"Shit! I'm going to cum again," she pants and I take my fingers and press against her sweet spot. Her thighs clamp around my head as she climaxes.

Jared walks around behind me and I feel the swath of his tongue lick from my clit to my entrance and up to my ass. It isn't the first time he's ate me like that and it is erotic and obscene and I love it.

When Jared's tip notches at my opening, I wiggle my hips and he slaps his palm down on my asscheek. I moan as I lay my forehead against Gen's leg. Jared spanks me once more before he slams into me, burying his whole length in one thrust.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" I yell out as he begins a pounding pace. His hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Gen finally recuperates enough to join in, kissing me senseless and whispering not-so-sweet nothings in my ear.

"Jared is fucking you real good ain't he? You're taking all that cock. You gonna let him put a baby in you? Yea you are, aren't ya? Get all big and round with a Padalecki growing in you. You want that? You want Jared to cum deep inside and impregnate you?"

"Uh huh," is all I can muster as Jared keeps pounding into me from behind, his balls bouncing up to slap my clit.

"Jared, put a baby in our baby girl. Fill her little pussy up."

"Yes Daddy. Please," I say, finally getting my voice. "Please daddy put your baby in me."

"Oh god. Yea, I can do that. I can definitely do that."

"Mama?" I call out to Gen who lays down to meet my eyes. "Are you sure? This is what you want?"

"Yes baby. I want to watch you grow our baby inside you. I love you sweet girl. And I know you'll be the best mom, you already are to Tom, Shep and O."

She smiles before capturing my lips with hers, wrapping her hand in my hair and tugging, making me whimper and whine.

Jared stills behind me as I feel his dick throbbing and spurting, filling me with his cum and hopefully getting me pregnant. It seems to go on and on before he finally slumps and pulls out of me, only to prod his softened dick back inside and thrusts, making sure the release goes where it needs.

If we made a baby together tonight or not, I know these two beautiful people, my lovers, will be here with me through the celebration or if need be, the act of trying until we succeed.

Six weeks later, I find myself peeing on a stick. I haven't told anyone but my period is about 8 days late and I've always been regular.

I wait for the timer to go off on my phone, staring at the test laying facedown on the sink. Am I pregnant? Am I just late? But then if that's the case, why am I late?

The device dings and I hesitantly reach for the test, turning it over to find out the result.

As I walk down the stairs, I hear my family in the front room laughing and just being goofy, none of them aware of what I hold in my hand. The small thin piece of plastic that is going to change everything.

I stand at the doorway and just watch the five of them. I love them all so much and am grateful that they are now a part of my life. The kids accepted me and made me feel welcomed and loved from the very beginning and now they sometimes call me Mommy Y/N. It warms my soul when they utter those words.

Jared and Genevieve. I never thought I could find a love like I have with them. It is an all-consuming love. They are so kind, caring and generous. The three of us are in love and we are about to bring another life into the mix.

“Hey guys,” I call out getting their attention. Shep runs and wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on my stomach, like he knows his new little brother or sister is growing inside me. But that can’t be, I haven’t said a word to anyone much less the kids.

I ruffle his hair and he looks up at me with a smile. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa with your parents?” I request. “I have something to tell you all.”

“We’re having a baby,” I announce, not wanting to drag this out. I am happy, ecstatic even and I am hoping, ok I’m pretty sure this news will be accepted with joy.

“What?” Gen exclaims, a smile blossoming on her face. “Really?”

“Yea,” I answer as I hold up the pregnancy test with the two bold blue lines. “I’m pregnant.”

Gen gently lifts O off her lap and jumps up, rushing to hug me and pulling me into a kiss. We’ve never hidden our relationship from the kids so to see their Mom and I kissing is no big deal to them.

When she pulls away, Gen looks at me with tears in her eyes. "We're having a baby?"

"Yea we are," I tell her, my own tears making themselves known.

Suddenly Jared is pulling us both into his chest, his long strong arms holding us close.

"Where's the baby?" O asks as she looks around and in the floor. "I wann' see it."

We laugh as we break apart, going to join them on the sofa.

I pull O onto my lap while Gen holds Shep and Tom is propped on his Dad's knee.

"The baby isn't born yet," I explain to my daughter. "He or she has to get big enough before it can come live with us. Right now, it's just a tiny little bean."

"I wann' see it," she repeats and I chuckle as I maneuver her around to straddle my thighs. I lift my shirt, exposing my stomach and take her hand to place under my belly button. "The baby is in here, nice and warm and growing.”

Lil O’s eyebrows fuse together as she stares at the place her hand is and then she says, “Can I play with her when she gets here?”

I laugh and hear Gen and Jared chuckle.

“Of course you can sweetie,” I tell her. “But maybe not when she first gets here, she’ll be itty bitty.”

“She?” Jared says and I look at him. He practically has stars in his eyes with glee.

“Well O called it a she so I just ran with it. Who knows, it could be a boy,” I say with a shrug.

“I want a tyrannasaurus,” Shep declares.

“Geez buddy,” I laugh as I look down at him. “You want me to explode? The baby is in my belly and you want it to be a dinosaur?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about that,” Shep says, his voice remorseful.

“Hey Sheppy? It’s okay. I was just joking with you.”

“Okay,” he says as he reaches over and puts his hand on my stomach beside his sister’s.

Before I know it I have three little palms against my skin, along with a slightly bigger one and a huge one over top of all of them; my family silently welcoming and loving on the new addition.

By the time Tom’s birthday comes around, I am huge! Gen had warned me that Padalecki’s were big babies but this is outrageous. I can't see my feet at all and need help to get out of bed every morning. This little one is making my life miserable but I know in the end, it will all be worth it.

We had decided against finding out the gender, mainly because I was still leery about how correct those results could be. So the five of us have begun referring to the bump as Baby P. And right now Baby P was kicking my kidneys and punching my liver.

I still have almost a month before my due date of April 11 and it seems as if time is slowing down. Every day is a hurdle to get through, with being 8 months pregnant and still trying to help out around the house and do my chores, though both Gen and Jared have fussed at me for doing too much. But I’m pregnant, not disabled.

We’ve planned a barbeque party for Tom’s birthday and invited most of his friends from school, plus the Ackles and the Morgan’s and a few others from Jared’s time on the show. Both sets of grandparents are going to be here also, so it would definitely be a full house.

I am upstairs in the bedroom, trying to slide my sandals on but having trouble since I can’t see anything. Jared walks in while I huff and try again, only to push the shoe farther away.

“Hey baby,” he says gently. “Let me help you.”

“This is ridiculous,” I whine as he lifts my leg and slides the leather onto my foot. “I can’t do anything but waddle around, running into things and just getting in the way. I’m an annoyance to everyone. Maybe I should just stay up here.”

“You hush that right now,” he admonishes me, standing up to tower over me. “You do not annoy anyone. You do not get in the way at all. You are pregnant, carrying my baby. You’re beautiful, baby girl. I love watching you, knowing that’s my child inside you; a life we created out of our love.” He tugs a stray hair behind my ear and tilts my chin up. “I love you. Gen loves you. Tom, Shep and O love you. We all love you and we love this baby. So get over yourself and get that cute little ass downstairs to celebrate our son’s birthday.”

“Cute and little is not how I would refer to my ass,” I retort with a smile. “I look like a Kardashian.”

“Mmhmm,” Jared mumbles as he leans down to kiss me. “More to spank.”

I chuckle as I tiptoe to kiss him and then turn to head downstairs to join my family and greet our guests.

The party is in full swing as most of the adults sit in lounge chairs, talking and catching up while Jared and Jensen man the grill and the ladies are in the kitchen gathering up the condiments and sides.

I have been commanded to stay in my seat and ask for anything I need. Jared went as far as to tell me if he saw me on my feet, he would spank me in front of everyone. And as much as I love him spanking me, that was something that no one else needed to see so I kept my promise, only asking that he give me a bottle of water for my stay.

Everyone seems to be having a good time; the kids are enjoying the gigantic bounce house that we rented and sat up in the backyard, the adults congregate on the patio talking and laughing and waiting for food.

I look around with a blissful heart at the family and friends I have acquired since becoming Jared and Gen’s lover. No one seems to bat an eye anymore about our relationship and took it at face value and that made me very happy. Sure, there were a few things still being said on the internet but those people don’t matter to me. What matters to me is the ones here today, celebrating our son’s birthday.

A pain shoots through my body but as soon as it appears, it disappears so I think nothing of it and go back to watching Tom, Shep, JJ, and a few of their friends from school run around the yard playing tag. It’s a good day.

That good day turns when later that evening while the ones of us that are still lounging around, mostly family, my water breaks. Gerald and Sherri, Jared’s parents, stay at the house with the kids as Gen, Jared and I rush to the hospital.

In the early morning hours of March 18, we welcome Delaney Grace Padalecki, a whopping 9 pound 12 ounce baby girl.

I thought I knew what love was, what love is but until I looked into my daughter’s eyes, I had had no idea.

Love is infinite. Love is encompassing. Love is the glue that cements us all together. And I have found that with Gen and Jared and their-our-kids and now with Delaney. There is no way my life could be any richer. A once in a lifetime encounter gave me love and a family.

THE END

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neonthewrite · 3 years ago

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Field Trip

Another contest prize! The request this time was for some quality fluff between Jacob Andris, a human, and Vel, a young wood sprite of Wellwood. Jacob is the gentlest giant around, so it's no wonder that little sprite wanted to hang out with him!

Reading time ~5-10 minutes

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Jacob smirked when Bowman flitted towards him. As he predicted, the fussy sprite wasted no time scolding him. “Could you be any more of a stompy giant?!” he complained, banking in a wide arc around Jacob’s long, striding gait. “You’ll scare everyone off before you even show up.”

Jacob had put a lot of work into walking carefully enough to avoid that exact situation. Even knowing he could do more, he was confident in his skills. Naturally, that did nothing to stop Bowman from scolding him. Jacob would worry about the little guy if he ever kicked that habit. “Nah, I won’t,” he countered. “I had you to warn everyone I was coming. They know I’m on the way. Bet I’ll even have a big welcome party.”

Bowman scoffed. “Welcome party or not, you’re blasted loud, Jacob. No storm clouds to be seen and yet there’s thunder.”

That earned another chuckle from Jacob. “Dude, what’s got you so worked up? Trying to convince people you trained a giant again?”

Bowman groaned, and Jacob spotted the look on his face before he could flit away. “Bowman, you don’t need to fret about it. I’ll be on my best behavior, like I always am. No one will find a reason to scold you, at least not from me.”

Another little scoff. This time, Bowman swooped close so he could land on Jacob’s shoulder. With his perch claimed, he finally admitted “Fine. You’re right. But if someone gets upset, I might just get chased out of the village. Last visit a nestling climbed into your hood but I’m the one who got bopped for it!”

Jacob laughed, though he tried to rein it in with Bowman perched on him. “Dude, they wouldn’t do that. And if they did, you can just chill with me. That’s not so bad, right?”

“Ha. If any nestling gets in trouble, I’m pointing at you, giant.”

Jacob rolled his eyes, but wasn’t surprised. “And if someone tries to bop you, I’ll probably have to let ‘em. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m not trained, right?”

“Oh, climb a dead tree. And then behave. We’re almost there.”

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Jacob had visited Wellwood several times before. It never went as badly as Bowman assumed it might, though not for lack of griping. Most of the residents of the village trusted Jacob to be near their vulnerable homes; he’d stood up for them against other humans before, after all. He protected the secret even from his own family. Even those who were still wary of him didn’t begrudge others a chance to visit with him. Jacob had no intention of forcing someone to be around him if they didn’t want to, anyway. He had plenty of visitors as it was.

True to his word, he behaved well. He put up a calm front for Bowman, but in reality Jacob was careful to watch every move. He didn’t want to break that fragile trust he’d built up with the wood sprites of Wellwood.

While some of the younger sprites came to see Jacob, with their parents nearby just in case, Bowman had spent some time wheeling about in the air, chasing or being chased by other sprites his age. It was a pleasantly uneventful afternoon, as far as Jacob was concerned.

He made his way back to his clearing near dinnertime. While the sprites all wandered home to eat, Jacob wanted to be well away from the village. Seeing him eat made them nervous sometimes, and it made him feel awkward. He’d go have his dinner at his camp and the sprites needn’t be bothered.

The clearing, his temporary residence whenever he visited, was just as he’d left it earlier. His tent waited to one side with some firewood piled next to it. A plastic cooler sat in the shade next to a bucket for water. He had a sturdy line tied between two trees to hang up some of his other belongings, particularly food he didn’t want some forest critter to drag away.

He took a few steps towards that line only to halt in surprise at the sound of a giggle. The sound startled him enough that he swayed in place from the sudden stop. It was not a sound he expected out here, not with the village so far behind him.

“Alright, very sneaky,” he said to the open air before looking down at the pocket on the front of his hoodie. An innocuous pouch of fabric, it fascinated most of the sprites that encountered it. They didn’t have pockets on their clothes at all, so he didn’t have to wonder why.

Gingerly, Jacob reached a hand into the pocket, wary of bumping into tiny wings at the wrong angle. A small figure shifted away from his fingers and another giggle emitted from the pocket, and he couldn’t help a faint smile of his own. Whoever it was, they were young and quite pleased with themself for their deception.

A deception Jacob would take the blame for, he was certain.

“C’mere, kiddo,” he said, scooping his hand beneath the miniscule sprite and ferrying them out into the open. Little movements fluttered on his palm as they settled, and before he even had them in view he felt little hands clinging to his thumb for stability.

It turned out to be one of the nestlings, an absolutely tiny child with wings too small to do more than flutter along on the ground. His light brown hair was mussed and staticky from the pocket, and his wings stretched out as soon as he was back in the sunlight. He grinned at Jacob as he rose to eye level with the would-be giant. “Hi, Jacob! I was hiding!”

“I noticed,” Jacob replied, amusement coloring his voice. “You’re … Vel, right?”

If possible, the boy’s grin brightened. “Yeah! I’m Vel! I wanted to see your, um, your camp! So I was real sneaky.”

That exuberance was hard to deny, so Jacob only shook his head ruefully. “You don’t need to be sneaky to come visit me here, Vel. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind bringing you, but you should have asked so they’d know where you went.”

The boy stuck out his lip in a defiant pout, and his little wings flared open in a show of confidence despite the way his arms still wrapped around Jacob’s curled thumb. “But I wanted to be sneaky! And my mama wouldn’t have said yes, not when it’s dinnertime. But I thought, maybe, I could just have dinner here! Then when we go back she won’t get upset!”

Oh she’ll be mad alright, Jacob thought. Just probably not at you. It looked like Bowman’s worrying earlier would come to pass and Jacob would earn a few tiny bops.

He looked over his shoulder as if he might see a pair of angry sprite parents darting out of the woods right then and there. When he looked back, he was met with some very potent puppy eyes from Vel. “Okay,” he conceded, earning another enthusiastic grin. “But you’ll have to be good, and you have to promise me you won’t hide in my pocket again, okay? It’s not safe for you to be in there without me knowing.”

Vel nodded vigorously. “Okay! Yeah! I’ll be good, Jacob, I promise!”

“Good, we don’t want to make your mom worry any more than she already will,” Jacob replied with a faint smile.

Jacob had no doubts the kid would do his best, but really the responsibility all rested with him. He sighed and determined not to let that thought worry him; it wasn’t like he would let Vel wander into something dangerous, and the kid really couldn’t go all that far on his own. His wings were still small, occasionally fluttering involuntarily.

He moved his hand closer to his chest, offering his tiny guest better stability as he continued towards his hanging food bags. “You might end up having a dinner of human food, I can’t remember everything I brought,” he warned.

Vel didn’t seem worried. “Yay! Is it candy?”

Jacob had to chuckle at that. He grabbed one of his bags down from the line and made his way to his dormant campfire to have a seat. “No, I’m not gonna feed you candy for dinner,” he chided. “You need something healthier to make sure those wings grow big and strong.”

Vel pouted up at him, but didn’t have any further arguments. He clung tighter to Jacob’s thumb as he settled himself on the ground. He watched the sturdy food bag curiously, eyeing the zipper as Jacob opened it up.

First things first, Jacob rummaged in the bag with his free hand until he found a handkerchief, little more than a worn swatch of cloth he’d meant to use as a napkin. This he set on the ground before finally lowering Vel down. “Here you go, bud. You can sit here so you’re not right in the dirt, sound good?”

Vel scooted himself to the edge of Jacob’s hand, pausing to survey the offered picnic blanket before he hopped down. His wings fluttered and his arms shot out to his sides so he could prevent a stumble, and then he grinned proudly up at Jacob. “Thanks, Jacob! It’ll be fun! I’m gettin’ hungry! What’re we gonna have?”

Jacob couldn’t help an endeared smile. He gently nudged at Vel’s tiny stomach, earning a burst of giggles. “Hungry, huh? Let’s see what I have, maybe we can fill that tummy right up.”

“I betcha have a lot,” Vel mused, dropping to a seat while Jacob searched through his bag. “That bag is big enough for a whole house! Maybe two!”

“It’s pretty big alright,” Jacob agreed. “Gotta have a lot so I don’t run out while I’m visiting. Then I’d have to eat leaves, and those don’t fill me up as well as they do for you sprites.”

Vel giggled some more, but was distracted from responding when Jacob produced a few clear baggies from the large canvas bag. Raisins, granola, trail mix, and a few other things that kept well were separated into the bags; Jacob set aside a few that definitely wouldn’t work (thankfully Vel didn’t notice the M&Ms in the trail mix before it was out of sight again). Jacob picked out a raisin and a broken shard of a banana chip, thinking they’d be plenty to get the kid started.

He held them out and Vel, his eyes wide, took both in his hands with an endearing kind of reverence. “Thanks, Jacob! These look really good! This … what’s this yellow thing?”

Jacob helped himself to some granola, but before eating any he explained the food for Vel. “The yellow thing is a dried piece of a banana. It’s a kind of fruit. The other thing is called a raisin. It’s a dried berry. They’re still good like that, I promise.”

Vel wrinkled his nose in thought, then eyed up the two unusual fruits in his lap. “That sounds like winter food,” he pointed out. “But they’re not cold!”

"Nah," Jacob agreed, keeping an eye on the fascinated little sprite. "Maybe they were cold when someone dried them out. I don't know how they make 'em."

Vel nibbled at the banana chip and pondered it. Jacob took the kid's distraction as a chance to sneak a few more bites of granola. Vel didn't seem as worried about it as most of the adult sprites, but Jacob didn't plan to take any chances upsetting him. The kid had an innocent trust in the would-be giant in his midst. Breaking that trust would be deplorable.

After a few minutes of quiet, Vel finally had a verdict. "I like this banana thing," he announced, holding up the piece he'd barely made a dent in. "You said it wasn't gonna be candy, but this is just as good as candy! It’s kinda hard but I don't mind 'cause it's really yummy!"

"Well, good," Jacob said with an endeared smile. "It’s good for you. Much better for those wings than candy would be " To punctuate his claim, Jacob nudged one of Vel's fluttering wings with a fingertip.

Vel squirmed away on his makeshift picnic blanket, clutching his banana chip close to his chest as he did. “Wait, wait, I wanna try the other thing too!” he said in between giggles.

Jacob relented and nodded pointedly at the raisin Vel had left behind in his scrambling. “Oh, that thing right there? I thought you were leaving it for me.”

Vel gasped and dove for it. “Nooo, I still want it! I promise!”

“Alright,” Jacob conceded, doing his best put-upon expression. “Go ahead and try it out. Whatever you don’t manage to fit in your tummy can go home with ya, okay? Maybe your parents would like it.”

And maybe a peace offering will get me out of trouble, he amended silently.

Vel fidgeted to settle himself comfortably again. “Yeah! I bet they’d like to try it. Winter food that isn’t cold is so weird!”

Jacob hummed thoughtfully. “I bet it is,” he said, sneaking some more of his own food while Vel was preoccupied. “I wonder what your mom and dad will say about it.”

~~~

Soon enough, it was time to head back to the village. The sky was turning orange at the edge of the horizon. No matter the begging faces he got, Jacob’s resolve only wavered a bit. He really couldn’t let the kid stay out too long without his parents knowing where he was.

Arriving back at the village, he had a feeling he knew which of the trees held Vel’s home. A number of adult sprites fluttered around it in agitated patterns. They barely noticed his return to the village.

Until he cleared his throat. “Um. Hey, guys.” He held up his hand, fingers curled for the security of the nestling sitting on his palm. “I had someone sneak back to my clearing with me when I left for dinner.” Vel waved at the nonplussed adults.

Several of them darted over to Jacob, heedless of his size. Among them was none other than Bowman himself, who came to a hover right before Jacob’s face. “What did I tell you about behaving?!” he scolded.

Jacob blinked and leaned back. “I did behave! Vel here is very sneaky. So I gave him some dinner before bringing him home.”

Vel was grinning at a sprite woman that had landed right on Jacob’s hand to check on him. “I was so sneaky, mama!” he announced. “We had fun! Jacob let me keep the leftovers!”

At least he had Vel to smooth things over. Jacob could tell by Bowman’s narrowed eyes that he’d be bopped later. “It was just a little field trip. Won’t happen again without permission, I promise.”

“It better not,” Bowman warned, as if that was all it took to keep a nestling from misbehaving and landing Jacob in trouble.

#mywriting #jacob andris #bowman leafwing #wellwood #vel #wood sprites #gt #g/t #g/t handheld #g/t fluff #jacob and tiny kiddos

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thelastspeecher · 3 years ago

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Amphibious Tendencies - Chapter 4: Pyxicephalus adspersus

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 AO3

I, uh, I don’t have much to say about this chapter, except... Enjoy some quality dad!Stan content. Also, shout-out to the folks on Discord who helped me develop this AU, in particular, the decision that Angie would befriend the Gobblewonker.

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Summary: Stan and Angie prepare for their pollywog’s hatching. But Stan’s finally beginning to feel some long-term effects from repeated nixie kissing.

Male African bullfrogs (Pyxicephalus adspersus) guard their young after spawning, attacking any potential threats aggressively.

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Water splashed Stan’s face. He sat up, spluttering.

“Good. Yer with us,” Fiddleford said flatly. Stan wiped the water out of his eyes. “Yer lil faintin’ spell made Angie cry.”

“Fidds, that’s a lie!” Angie protested.

“You cried.”

“I have a lot of emotions right now,” Angie argued. Stan got to his feet. Angie reached for his hand. She brushed her thumb across his fingers. “You all right, darlin’?”

“Yeah, I think- I think I am.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. He swallowed. “So, uh, the egg in the jar, it’s-”

“Your offspring, yes,” Ford said. At some point while Stan was passed out, Ford had obtained the jar and was looking intently at the egg floating within it. “Hmm. I wonder if all nixie eggs are this cherry blossom color.”

“Cherry blossom? Ford, it’s fucking pink,” Stan said.

“I was specifying the shade of pink.”

“Whatever.” Stan turned his attention back to Angie. “Did you- did you lay it or something?” Angie nodded. “That had to have sucked.” Angie laughed softly.

“It most certainly did. I wouldn’t have disappeared fer so long fer no reason.”

“I suspect that it should hatch in a handful of months,” Ford interjected. “Shorter than the regular human gestation of nine months, but longer than the regular frog gestation of a month or two at most.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“I know how long it takes frog eggs to hatch, Stanford. I’ve got a doctorate in herpetology.”

“Thank god,” Stan muttered. “We’re gonna need your expert smarts when the kid hatches.” He grimaced. “My kid’s gonna hatch from an egg.”

“I’m sorry,” Angie said quietly.

“Why?”

“Yer kid’s goin’ to hatch from an egg ‘cause I’m the mother.”

“You being the mom is a good thing, Ang. I’m glad I’m having a kid with you,” Stan said. Angie smiled.

“Did you lay any others?” Ford asked. Angie sighed.

“No. Just the one.”

“Odd. Water sprites like nixies tend to spawn. Maybe you only laid one because it has a human for a father. Or maybe because you aren’t a full-blooded nixie.”

“Spawn,” Stan croaked, his voice cracking.

“Okay, that’s it.” Angie took the jar from Ford.

“Hey! I was examining that!”

“‘That’ happens to be my child,” Angie snarled. “You can examine my baby when I say it’s okay. And right now, my child, my boyfriend, and I are goin’ to find somewhere private. It’s darn difficult to have a serious conversation about us bein’ parents with ya interruptin’ every minute.”

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Stan and Angie walked down the dock. It was the middle of the day, so they weren’t alone at the lake, but they had decided it was still a better place to talk than the house. They sat down at the end of the dock, their legs dangling over the edge.

“Can I, uh, can I see the egg?” Stan asked quietly. Angie handed over the jar. Stan removed the lid to look more closely at his unborn child.

Not really unborn. She’s gonna hatch, so, unhatched, I guess.

“Are you all right?” Angie asked, just as quiet as Stan. Stan nodded.

“Yeah. I’m just, uh, trying to, y’know, come to terms with this. I didn’t even know if I’d be able to have kids with you, since you’re a frog,” he said. Angie chuckled softly. “And now…now I’m gonna have a daughter.”

“Wait. Daughter?” Angie asked.

“The egg’s pink. It’s gonna be a girl,” Stan said, matter-of-fact. Angie stared at him. “You’ve heard of pink going with girls and blue going with boys before, right?”

“I- yes, but I highly doubt that’ll translate in this way,” Angie said.

“I’ve got a feeling about it.”

“Hmm.”

“My gut feelings are never wrong, Ang,” Stan said firmly. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

“Well, there is a 50% chance yer right,” Angie said after a moment. She reached for Stan’s hand and laced her fingers with his. “Do ya have any idea what names ya like?”

“Molly,” Stan said immediately. Angie quirked a small smile.

“Ya had that one locked and loaded.”

“I’ve wanted to be a dad since I was a teenager. I’ve thought about what I wanna name my kids,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie’s smile broadened.

“I like Molly, too. And if the lil one turns out to be a boy…”

“It’s a girl.”

“Ya don’t want to hear what I think we should name our son?” Angie asked.

“I mean, it’s not necessary, but go for it.”

“I was thinkin’ we could name him after you. Stan Junior.”

“I- you- you wanna name your kid after me?” Stan croaked. Angie leaned against him.

“Our kid, darlin’. Not mine. Ours. Why wouldn’t he be named after his father?” she said tenderly. Tears sprang to Stan’s eyes. He brushed them away roughly.

“Yeah,” he choked out. “Yeah, that sounds- that sounds good.” Angie stroked Stan’s cheek. “I don’t think we should still be living with Fidds and Ford when the kid hatches.”

“I reckon yer right ‘bout that.” Angie’s eyes widened. “Oh! So, durin’ my time explorin’ the lake, I stumbled across somethin’ incredible.”

“What?”

“There’s some nice-lookin’ caves behind the falls. There’s plenty of room fer a full fam’ly to live there. And there’s even some natural pools of water fer eggs or nixies to sleep in.”

“Huh.” Stan thought on that for a moment. “We wouldn’t have to pay rent.”

“Nope.” Angie rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t know if it’s a good long-term solution, but I think it’s definitely a decent one fer right now.”

“Yeah, and it’s better than living with our brothers…” Stan grinned at Angie. “I think that we can live in a cave like frogs.”

Angie beamed.

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Angie walked into the cave, carrying the last piece of furniture that they had determined would survive the high humidity. Fiddleford followed her, visibly nervous.

“I still don’t think you should be carryin’ such heavy stuff in yer state!” he squeaked. Angie set the piece of furniture, a dresser, down. She smiled at Fiddleford.

“My state? Fidds, I ain’t pregnant.”

“Yer still expectin’! Just in a…dif’rent way,” Fiddleford said awkwardly. Angie laughed. “I really don’t like the idea of ya livin’ here, neither.”

“Yes, yes, ya made that very clear. But even if I can live on land, the pollywog can’t.”

“I spoke to Dan ‘bout puttin’ a pond in the backyard of the cabin,” Fiddleford said. Angie raised an eyebrow. “He said he could get us a good deal.”

“Well, if that comes about at some point, Stan, the pollywog, ‘n I can revisit us livin’ in the cave. But there ain’t a pond there now.”

“Stop beating a dead horse, Fiddleford,” Stan griped irritably. Fiddleford put his hands on his hips.

“And what’s got yer socks in a knot?” he asked. “Heck, you didn’t even hardly help with the movin’!” Stan glared at Ford, intently staring at the egg as it floated in a pool. The moment they arrived at the cave, Ford had sat next to the pool to observe the egg.

“Someone had to keep an eye on Poindexter to make sure he didn’t go all science nerd on his niece.”

“Or nephew,” Angie muttered under her breath.

“I would never even dream of injuring the egg,” Ford said firmly. He gently prodded the egg, eliciting an uncomfortable twitch from Stan and Angie. Suddenly, a small frog jumped out of the water, landing on Ford’s lap. “Ah. Um, hello?” The frog chirped angrily at Ford. Angie snickered.

“It’s all right, Gregory,” she called. “He’s just my annoyin’ future brother-in-law.” The frog chirped again. “I appreciate that, thank you.” The frog jumped back into the pool. Stan, Ford, and Fiddleford stared askance at Angie. “What?”

“Did you just have a conversation with a frog?” Stan asked. Angie cocked her head.

“Well. I’m a frog,” she pointed out.

“Wait, wait.” Stan held up his hands. “You can talk to frogs?”

“Sure can! Other amphibians, too.”

“Okay, now I understand why ya wanted to stay a nixie,” Fiddleford said. Angie snorted. “Why didn’t ya tell anyone ya could talk to frogs ‘n whatnot?”

“It never came up,” Angie said with a shrug.

“Never…” Fiddleford shook his head. “I find that hard to believe, with all the questions Stanford’s been shootin’ at ya fer months.”

“I didn’t think to ask whether Angie could communicate with amphibians,” Ford said. Stan snickered.

“You’re losing your touch then, Sixer.” Ford glared at him. “C’mon, man. You asked Angie if she ate her skin, but not if she could talk to other frogs?”

“You clearly didn’t ask her that,” Ford said, crossing his arms. Angie and Fiddleford exchanged a weary expression.

“I’m not studying Angie.”

“So!” Angie interrupted cheerfully. “What are ya plannin’ on doin’ with all the extra space at the cabin?”

“Well, Tate’s visitin’ fer the summer,” Fiddleford said slowly. “He’ll prob’ly stay in Stan’s old room.”

“Tate’s visiting?” Stan asked. Fiddleford nodded. Stan grinned. “Great. He’s my little fishing buddy.” Angie leaned against the dresser.

“You know Tate?” she asked. Stan and Ford nodded. “How?”

“He’s visited on occasion before,” Ford replied. “He’s quite the wonderful child. Very curious and eager to explore the outdoors.”

“I thought ya had to clear out the attic when I first showed up so’s I had somewhere to sleep. Where’d Tate sleep?”

“My room,” Fiddleford answered. Angie frowned.

“Then where did you sleep?”

“Stanford’s room.”

“But…” Angie’s brow furrowed. “There’s only one bed in Stanford’s room. Did you two share it?” Stan covered his mouth. “What?”

“You don’t know,” Stan said, barely restraining his glee. Angie’s frown deepened.

“Know what?”

“Angie,” Fiddleford said softly, placing a hand on Angie’s shoulder. She looked at him. “I’ve been datin’ Stanford fer ages.” Angie’s jaw dropped. “You really had no idea?”

“No!”

“But I told Lute.”

“Lute knew and didn’t tell me?” Angie asked, aghast. “Next you’ll say that Harper knew and didn’t tell me.” Fiddleford smiled weakly. “Harper knew, too?!”

“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out on your own,” Ford said. “You seem to be quite observant.”

“Wh- well, yeah, I am, but I’ve been a bit preoccupied lately,” Angie snapped. “Or did ya forget the big secret I’ve been hidin’ fer years?” She groaned. “Oh, the fam’ly won’t let me live this down!” Stan couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. He guffawed loudly, earning a glare from Angie.

“Man, and I thought Ford was oblivious!”

“I have half a mind to set all the frogs ‘n toads in the lake on ya if ya don’t stop teasin’ me,” Angie threatened.

“Frogs and toads? That’s your big threat?” Stan asked. Angie threw her hands up in the air. “Babe, I love you. But this is too funny for me to be on your side.”

“To think I’m havin’ a child with ya,” Angie muttered. Ford cleared his throat loudly.

“Fiddleford, may I ask why Tate is staying for the whole summer?”

“Ah,” Fiddleford said, clearly relieved to change the topic. “Apparently, he ain’t been too happy livin’ with his ma. Ever since Emma-May remarried and had two kids with her new husband, Tate’s been feelin’ a bit left out, like he ain’t gettin’ enough attention.” Stan and Ford grimaced. “This’ll actually be a test of sorts. If it goes well, Emma-May ‘ll give me full custody and Tate ‘ll move up here.”

“Well, I adore the boy. I’d be more than happy for him to live with us,” Ford said after a moment. Fiddleford smiled fondly. Stan looked at Angie.

“You really had no idea they were dating, huh,” he said flatly. Angie turned pink.

“Sh-shut up.”

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Stan watched anxiously as Ford removed the egg from its jar to examine it. Every instinct he had was screaming to rip the egg out of Ford’s hands. Ford gently set the egg into a bowl of water.

“She’s getting very large,” Ford commented. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Really? You, too?”

“The egg is the color associated with femininity.”

“Assignin’ pink ‘n blue to gender is a human construct, Stanford,” Angie said shortly. She, Stan, and Ford were in the basement lab at the house, where Ford and Angie were taking their regular observations of the egg. Angie was the one who suggested that Ford track the egg’s development with her, an opportunity he jumped at.

“I suppose we’ll find out when she hatches.” Ford carefully turned the egg over. Stan winced. “You’ll need a larger jar to transport her soon.” Angie sighed.

“Here’s the thing. I can’t find any bigger jars. I think that this is the last time I’ll be able to bring the egg over. From now on, it’ll have to stay in the cave pool.”

“Nope!” a voice said. Everyone looked over. Fiddleford had arrived, carrying something. He strode over to Angie. “I whipped somethin’ up fer ya.” He handed the item to Angie. She looked it over doubtfully.

“Uh, a tote bag?” Angie asked. Fiddleford chuckled.

“That’s just one of its uses. It’s multi-functional, o’ course.”

“Of course,” Stan muttered. Fiddleford ignored him.

“Think of it as a portable version of the tank I made fer ya. When ya zip up the top, it’ll keep water in perfectly, without any spillin’. Ya can carry it over yer shoulder, on yer back, or even on yer front.” Angie looked up curiously. Fiddleford beamed. “That’s the best part, I think. If ya wear it on yer front and tuck it under yer clothes, it’ll give the impression yer expectin’.”

“That’s actually a great idea,” Stan said. “Angie and I have been getting a bit worried about people noticing we have a kid when she was never pregnant.” He waved a hand. “Sure, adoption exists, but there’s no way the kid won’t have either my nose or Angie’s. She’s gonna look like us.”

“Thank you, Fidds,” Angie said. She smiled. “This really is great.” Fiddleford’s smile broadened further.

“Speaking of which traits your daughter is going to get…” Ford said slowly. Fiddleford frowned.

“What makes ya think the pollywog’s goin’ to be a girl?” he asked. Angie sighed.

“Stan and Ford are stuck on the egg bein’ pink.”

“Stanford, that don’t mean jack.”

“In my professional opinion-” Ford started, his voice rising.

“What were ya goin’ to say about traits?” Angie interrupted.

“I- ahem.” Ford cleared his throat. “I wonder which traits from which forms will pass down.” Angie frowned thoughtfully.

“Elaborate.”

“In your native form, you are blonde, like Fiddleford,” Ford said, gesturing to Angie’s caramel-colored hair. Stan rolled his eyes.

“The guy who said my kid’s egg is ‘cherry blossom’ thinks Angie and Fiddleford have the same hair color,” he muttered. Ford blinked.

“They’re both blonde.”

“Yeah, but in different ways.”

“Stanford, ignore him,” Fiddleford said. “Finish yer thought, please.”

“Right. As I was saying, Angie, you are blonde when in human form, but as a nixie, you have black hair. I’m curious as to whether your daughter will have black hair or blonde hair as a human.”

“Or brown hair,” Angie said. Ford frowned.

“Why would she have brown hair?” he asked. Stan cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Dumbass, I’m the kid’s dad!” he shouted.

“Ah. Yes. Fair point.” Ford looked at Stan with some concern. “Are you all right?”

“No, my genius brother is an idiot,” Stan retorted, crossing his arms.

“Not-” Ford huffed. “Your voice sounds…off. Do you have a frog in your throat?”

“That’s racist,” Angie mumbled.

“I mean, I don’t have a frog in my throat right now,” Stan said. Fiddleford and Angie turned beet red. After a moment, Ford flushed as well. Stan snickered. “Nah, I think that I’m just getting used to living behind the waterfall.”

“Why would that alter your voice?” Ford asked. Stan shrugged.

“I mean, I haven’t been able to fully dry off since we moved there. Don’t you get sick if you stay wet?”

“Not necessarily,” Ford said.

“He’s fine,” Angie said. “Can we please finish lookin’ at the egg? I’m eager to try this here bag Fidds made.”

“Yes, of course.” Ford and Angie turned their attention back to the egg. Fiddleford joined them as well. Stan leaned against the wall, deciding to observe from a distance. He uncrossed an arm to scratch his neck, unaware of the thin slime that briefly oozed from the itch.

-----

Stan couldn’t stop staring at Angie. Angie sighed heavily.

“What?” she asked.

“Just…it feels a bit more real now,” Stan said after a moment. Angie looked down at the false baby bump from the tote bag Fiddleford had made. She looked back up.

“That’s amphibiphobic,” she said with a completely straight face. A grin eked its way onto Stan’s face. Angie responded with a grin of her own. “Remember, we have to stay quiet about the frog thing, okay? Fidds doesn’t want Tate to know.” They were sitting on the front steps, waiting for Tate’s arrival.

“Seems stupid to me,” Stan muttered.

“I see where he’s comin’ from,” Angie said slowly. “I mean, he’s just stayin’ fer the summer right now. If it winds up that Tate will be movin’ up here, I’ll push fer tellin’ him the truth. But fer now, I’m lettin’ it slide.”

“You’re enabling him, you know.”

“Don’t ya know yer s’pposed to go easy on pregnant women?” Angie asked, crossing her arms. Stan kissed her on the cheek.

“Even if you were pregnant, there’s no fucking way you’d want me to go easy on you,” he whispered. Angie laughed. Fiddleford’s truck pulled up. Stan got up, then helped pull Angie to her feet. Promptly, one of the back doors slammed open. A young boy jumped out of the truck and made a beeline for Angie, wrapping his thin arms around her as best he could.

“Auntie Angie!” Tate squealed with delight. Angie chuckled and ruffled Tate’s thick, brown curls. Not for the first time, Stan wondered where Tate had gotten that particular trait. He’d seen pictures of Emma-May; she had thin, straw-blonde hair. But Tate’s hair looked more like Stan’s. Ford got out of the passenger side of the truck, smiling fondly at Tate. Stan raised an eyebrow.

I’m not the only one around with hair like that…

“Mr. Stan!” Tate said, drawing Stan’s attention. Shaking off his musings, Stan grinned down at him.

“Hey there, slugger,” he said gruffly, crouching down to Tate’s eye-height.

If his eyes actually showed up through those bangs. How can he even see? Tate responded by embracing him.

“Pa told me that you and Auntie Angie are havin’ a baby.” Tate’s voice had lost its initial energy; he now spoke very matter-of-factly.

“Your pa was right,” Stan said. “Pretty soon, you’ll have to start calling me Uncle Stan.” Tate squeezed him harder. “All right, all right, careful, you’ll break my ribs!”

“I ain’t that strong, Mr. Stan,” Tate said, but he broke off the hug.

“Tater Tot, go get yourself settled into yer room, okay?” Fiddleford said, coming up. Tate nodded and went inside.

“Gosh, he’s such a sweet kid,” Angie said, smiling after her nephew.

“I’ll never get used to how fast he stops being excited over things,” Stan commented. Fiddleford scowled.

“He’s still excited. He just has a dif’rent way of showin’ it sometimes. He’s a quiet kid.”

“Don’t let Stan get yer goat,” Angie said smoothly. “He was tellin’ me this mornin’ how happy he was to have Tate visitin’.”

“He’s the only person worth fishing with,” Stan mumbled. Fiddleford smiled.

“Durin’ the whole car ride, he wouldn’t stop talkin’ ‘bout how excited he is to go fishin’ with Stan ‘n meet his new cousin from Angie.”

“…Oh.” Stan looked at Angie. “Is he gonna still be here when the kid hatches?”

“The egg won’t hatch until fall,” Angie said. “Tate will be here when the egg hatches only if he winds up movin’ here.” Ford walked over, carrying Tate’s bags.

“Judging by what he said in the car, I think he’ll move here full-time,” Ford said quietly. “It sounds like he’s very unhappy with Emma-May.”

“Can’t blame him,” Stan muttered. “Sucks that his mom went and had two replacement kids.” Angie elbowed Stan. “Ow.”

“Tate has amazing hearing. Be careful what ya whisper ‘round him.” Angie looked at Fiddleford. “If Tate does in fact move here, ya need to tell him the truth, Fidds.”

“Truth about what?” Fiddleford asked cagily.

“Me.”

“I don’t-”

“Take it from me, keepin’ this secret will only cause stress ‘n hurt from everyone.” Angie looked away. “I don’t want to have to go back to hidin’ ‘n sneakin’ ‘round.” Fiddleford sighed.

“I understand. But we’ll wait to figure that out until the moment comes, okay?” After a moment, Angie nodded reluctantly. “Thank you, Angie.” Angie grunted wordlessly. The door slammed open, revealing Tate.

“There’s a plate of cookies on the counter, and they have bugs in ‘em!” he squealed.

“Yep,” Fiddleford confirmed.

“Can- can I eat ‘em?”

“Go fer it,” Fiddleford said with a smile. Tate gasped.

“I get to eat bugs here? I love Gravity Falls!” he enthused. Angie ruffled his hair.

“Me too, darlin’. Me, too.”

-----

“Stan!” Stan looked up from his attempts to shave, using one of the cave pools as a mirror. Angie beamed broadly at him. “C’mere!” Stan wiped his face clean, got up, and joined Angie at the pool she had designated for the egg. “Look!” She pointed at the egg.

“Uh, what am I looking at?” Stan asked.

“The lil pollywog is swimmin’ in the egg!” Angie gushed. Stan sat down and leaned in to look closely at the egg. His eyes widened. Sure enough, the dark speck inside the egg was moving. “I reckon it’s a bit like when someone pregnant first feels their baby kickin’.”

“Yeah.”

“I’d say that we’ve only got a couple months ‘fore the lil one hatches.”

“Wow, that soon?”

“Yep.”

“Damn.” Stan smiled as he watched the tadpole swimming around inside its egg. “Holy Moses, I’m gonna be a dad soon,” he said quietly. His eyes widened. “I’m gonna be a dad, but I’m not married.”

“Oh,” Angie said, sounding surprised. “That’s right. We ain’t married.”

“We should probably do that at some point,” Stan said. Angie laughed softly. “What?”

“I’m just imaginin’ my fam’ly gettin’ invitations to a wedding where they haven’t even heard of the groom ‘fore.”

“Wait.”

“Oh. Oh no.” Stan and Angie stared at each other. “I never told my fam’ly ‘bout ya.”

“We’ve been dating for months! We’re gonna be parents soon!”

“I- well-” Angie spluttered. “Have you told yer fam’ly ‘bout me?” she shot back.

“Touché. But you talk to your family a lot more than I talk to mine.”

“Yeah.” Angie rubbed the back of her neck nervously. “There’s just- a lot has happened very quickly. We first met a lil over a year ago, ‘member?”

“That was only a year ago?”

“A bit more,” Angie corrected.

“Still.” Stan looked back at the egg. “Damn. We moved fast.”

“Apparently.” Angie groaned, kneading her forehead. “Oh, Lord. They’re all goin’ to blow their gaskets.”

“Especially when you mention the kid,” Stan pointed out. Angie groaned louder. “I wonder how easily we’ll be able to get the kid to look human…” After a moment, Angie nodded.

“Good point. Maybe we wait to mention we have a child until that child can hide its gills.”

-----

Stan watched fondly as Tate carefully prodded at the egg in its travel tote bag.

“I’m goin’ to have a frog cousin,” Tate whispered to himself. Angie chuckled. “Auntie Angie, can I take my cousin to my room?”

“Yes. But you can’t let yer cousin leave the water, okay?” Angie said firmly. Tate nodded. He scooped the tote bag into his arms and scampered out of the living room. Breaking the news about Angie’s amphibious nature and the egg had gone surprisingly well.

I knew Tate could take it. He’s made of sterner stuff than Fiddleford is. Stan sipped from his glass of whiskey. Stern enough stuff to be a Pines. Angie looked at him curiously.

“You seem to be deep in thought, dear,” she said. Stan nodded. “Care to share?”

“Uh, yeah.” Stan took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about Tate’s…parentage.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I just don’t know if Emma-May-” There was a knock on the front door. Stan and Angie looked over. “Who the hell could that be?”

“Beats me. I didn’t think Ford ‘n Fidds had any guests planned.” There was another knock. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” Angie got up from her seat and went to the front door. She opened it.

“Well? Who is it?” Stan called. In lieu of a response, there was a shout of joy.

“Banjey!”

“Lute!”

Lute? Stan groaned. That’s one of Angie’s brothers. Great.

“What are ya doin’ here?”

“I was visitin’ Ma ‘n Pa when ya called last week to tell ‘em ‘bout yer beau. Once they told me, I had to come up here ‘n see him fer myself!”

Even better. He’s here for the explicit purpose of bothering me. Stan got up. No use delaying the yelling. Gonna happen at some point. Before he could go to the front door, Angie came back into the living room, followed by a young man who had very similar features to her. They had the same large nose, slender figure, and soft face. And, to Stan’s amusement, though a few inches or so taller than Angie, Lute was still abnormally short. The main difference Stan could see was that Lute had dark hair.

Also, Angie’s never looked at me like she wanted to kill me. Lute glared daggers at Stan, clearly trying to murder Stan with a look.

“Lute, this is my boyfriend, Stanley,” Angie said cheerfully. “Stan, this is my brother, Lute.” Lute grunted wordlessly. “Lute! Manners!”

“…Fine.” Lute held out his hand. Stan shook it. “The folks in town seem to be under the impression that ya got my sister pregnant.”

“They must be a bit confused,” Stan said idly. “The people around here aren’t exactly the sharpest tools in the shed, if you catch my drift.”

“Hmph.” Lute looked Stan up and down before turning to Angie. “Banjey, mind givin’ me ‘n Stan some time alone?”

“Lute…”

“I promise this ‘ll be the only time I go after him.”

“Lute!”

“Ang, don’t worry.” Stan winked at Angie. “I can handle him.”

“Hmph.” The sound Angie made was identical to the one Lute made moments ago. “All right. But if there’s any physical violence, I won’t be happy.”

“I want to keep my baby sister happy, so I won’t throw any punches,” Lute said. He kissed Angie on the cheek. “Maybe go see if ya can round up Tate. I’d like to see my lil nephew.”

“You got it.” Angie left, glancing over her shoulder as she walked away, visibly worried.

“Is she gone?” Lute asked in a low voice.

“Yep.”

“Good.” Lute narrowed his eyes at Stan. “So, yer the feller what thinks he’s good enough fer my lil sister,” he growled. Stan shook his head.

“I don’t think that.” Lute blinked in shock.

“Pardon?”

“I don’t think I’m good enough for Angie.”

“Then…then why are ya datin’ her?” Lute asked. Stan shrugged.

“‘Cause she thinks I’m good enough for her,” he said simply. He frowned, confused, as Lute promptly turned pink, covered his mouth, and looked away, but not quick enough to hide a sudden shine to his eyes.

“Consarnit,” Lute said in a mildly choked voice. “That’s- that ain’t what I was expectin’. Shoot.” Angie poked her head into the living room.

“Lute, Tate’s in the middle of- wait.” She stepped fully into the room and put her hands on her hips. “Stan, what did ya do to my brother?”

“Hell if I know!”

“He said somethin’ awfully sweet,” Lute said. The flush from his cheeks had faded. He cleared his throat. “‘Specially given how Fidds has spoken of him.”

“Hold on, go back. How has Fidds spoken of me?” Stan asked.

“What did Stan say?” Angie asked. Lute looked at Angie.

“Yer boyfriend said he ain’t datin’ ya ‘cause he thinks he’s good enough fer ya. He’s datin’ ya ‘cause you think he’s good enough fer ya.”

“Aw!” Angie cooed. She walked over to Stan and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Lute’s right, that is awful sweet of ya.”

“I was just telling the truth. Is the truth sweet?”

“In this case, yes.” Angie lowered her voice to a whisper. “By the by, I ain’t ever seen Lute back down from his protectiveness so fast. Good work, darlin’.”

-----

The lake was deserted. Sitting on the dock with Angie, Stan leaned over to whisper to her.

“So, uh, why the hell is no one here?”

“Beats me,” Angie said with a shrug. She waved at Lute, Tate, Fiddleford, and Ford, who were approaching in the fishing boat.

“There’s no weird magic stuff going on today?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Gobby’s preparin’ fer her winter hibernation, so she’s not up to anything that humans would notice.”

“Uh, Gobby?”

“Short fer Gobblewonker,” Angie said idly. Stan raised an eyebrow.

“The lake monster is real?”

“Of course she is,” Angie scoffed.

“Right. Of course.”

“I’ll have to introduce ya to her. She’s quite nice.”

“To you, yeah,” Stan said. He watched the approaching fishing boat. “But I’m human.”

“Not for long.”

“Wait, what?” Stan whipped his head around to stare at Angie. Angie frowned at him.

“What?”

“You just said ‘Not for long.’”

“No, I didn’t.”

“But I heard you say it.”

“I didn’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Stanley, I think I’d know if I said somethin’ to ya,” Angie said impatiently.

“Yeah. And I guess it didn’t sound exactly like you…”

“Maybe yer just imaginin’ things.”

“Maybe,” Stan mumbled. He looked away. His gaze landed on a nearby log. A frog was perched atop it, watching him with far more intelligence than Stan was comfortable with. Stan hurriedly looked back at the boat, which had reached the pier. “Catch anything?” he asked.

“Yep!” Lute said cheerfully. “Tate is quite the fisherman.”

“Oh, yeah,” Stan agreed. He grinned at Tate. “I think he might even be better than me.” Tate grinned back.

“Why didn’t ya join us?” Lute asked. He helped Tate get off the boat. “I think the boat could’ve fit the two of ya.”

“We slept in,” Angie lied. In actuality, she and Stan had lost track of time fussing over the egg, missing the boat’s departure. She got to her feet. “And I don’t think we all would’ve fit. Stan takes up a lot of room.” She winked at Stan. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I’m big and you’re tiny.”

“Aw, I love how big ‘n strong yer arms are,” Angie said. She leaned over to kiss Stan on the cheek, then straightened to help Lute step onto the pier.

“Gross,” Tate muttered. Stan smiled at Tate.

“You say that now, but one day, you’ll find someone you want to do gross stuff with.”

“Grosser.” There was a loud splash. Stan and Tate looked over. Lute stood where Angie had been before, a guilty expression on his face. “Uncle Lute, did ya push Auntie Angie into the lake?”

“Not since I was thirteen,” Lute said defensively. “I just bumped into her is all.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Stan said. Lute scowled at him. “Well? Are you gonna help your sister outta the water or what?” Before Lute could answer, a hand emerged from the lake. A large, webbed hand. Stan’s blood ran cold. Lute stumbled backwards, falling on his butt.

“What in the world?” Lute whispered. He watched, horrified, as another hand came out of the water to grab ahold of the dock. In full nixie form, Angie pulled herself onto the pier. “Fiddleford, why didn’t ya tell me the Creature from the Black Lagoon was real?”

“Really? That’s the pop culture reference you’re gonna go with?” Stan asked. Lute glared at him.

“Forgive me fer not comin’ up with somethin’ snappier when I’m face-to-face with a monster!” he snarled. Angie cringed, the gills on the side of her neck flaring in distress.

“Lute, she ain’t a monster,” Fiddleford said firmly. “And she ain’t from the Black Lagoon, neither.”

“She?” Lute asked, aghast. He stared at Angie. Angie sat back on her haunches. “How do ya- hang on.” Lute leaned in, his eyes searching Angie’s face. His jaw dropped. “Banjolina?” he whispered. Stan threw his hands up in the air.

“How in the hel- heck is everyone so good at recognizing her when she’s a frog? She’s a frog!”

“I’ve known Angie her entire life,” Lute said tartly. “I’d know her anywhere.”

“I guess, but Ford recognized her right away, too!”

“You didn’t know her name for a week,” Ford reminded Stan. Lute kneaded his forehead.

“Lord, I want to address that so bad. But I’ve got somethin’ more important to focus on.” He met Angie’s eyes. “Banjey, what happened to make ya this?”

“Well…” Angie’s voice trembled. Stan’s heart broke. She’d told him before that coming clean to Fiddleford was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do. And now she had to do it all over again, with a sibling she was even closer to. “It happened when I was working on my doctorate.” Lute opened his mouth, presumably to comment on her lack of an accent, but thought better and closed his mouth again. “There was a fae living near campus. And I…I…”

“Interacted with ‘em in a way Ma ‘n Pa wouldn’t approve of?” Lute asked quietly. Angie nodded. “And ya got turned into a fae yourself?”

“Technically, a water sprite,” Ford put in. Lute threw Ford a decidedly unamused look.

“Did I ask ya? No.” Lute looked back at Angie. “You’ve been this way fer years.”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t ya tell anyone?”

“Can you blame me for not saying a word?” Angie said softly. After a moment, Lute shook his head.

“No, I can’t. But I can blame ya fer apparently tellin’ Fidds ‘n Stanford ‘n Stanley ‘n Tate about it, but leavin’ me out of the loop!”

“They found out on their own. Except for Tate. I told him once he moved in. I figured he should know why I wasn’t living in the house.”

“Yer not livin’ in the house?” Lute asked. Angie shook her head. “Then where are ya livin’?”

“A cave.”

“A cave!”

“It’s more comfortable than it sounds.”

“I’ll have to take yer word fer it,” Lute mumbled. Angie’s eyes lit up. Stan grimaced. He knew that look.

She just came up with an idea I’m gonna hate, didn’t she?

“No, you don’t. I’ll show you.”

“Uh, you don’t need to. I know what caves look like.”

“You do need to,” Angie insisted. She took a deep breath. “Because there’s something else I need to tell you about, and it’s in the cave.”

Dammit.

-----

Stan scowled as he watched Lute stare at the egg. He understood why Angie wanted to tell Lute about the egg. But he was not a fan of the way Lute was goggling at his unhatched child.

She’s not the star freak in a sideshow, stop staring at her like she is! Stan cleared his throat.

“All right, are you satisfied?” he asked tartly. Lute nodded, still staring at the egg. “Great. Now, stop watching her like she’s gonna do a trick.”

“What makes ya think the kidlet ‘ll be a girl?” Lute asked.

“The egg’s pink, genius.”

“That’s yer only piece of evidence?”

“We’ve tried to explain it to both Stan and Ford, Lute,” Angie said wearily. “Just drop it.” Lute shrugged.

“If ya insist.” He managed a smile in her direction. “I’ve got to say, Angie, I knew ya had some…amphibious tendencies, but this is takin’ it a bit far.” Angie chuckled. Stan couldn’t help being slightly startled by seeing her clothed in nixie form, as she was still wearing the clothes she had on when she fell in the lake. He frowned thoughtfully.

“Hang on, Lute, did you recognize Angie just because she was still wearing her clothes when she transformed?”

“What? No. I knew her eyes,” Lute said, sounding highly offended. “She got Ma’s pretty peepers.”

“If you say so,” Stan muttered.

“That’s how I recognized her as well,” Ford put in. Fiddleford nodded. “Stanley, stop beating yourself up over taking so long to recognize her in her frog form. You didn’t spend much time with her in her human form at first, after all.”

“I’m not beating myself up over it, I just think it’s weird,” Stan mumbled. Angie put a hand on his shoulder.

“Dear, drop it,” she said firmly.

“Fine.” Stan raised an eyebrow at her. “By the way, why’d you turn frog in front of Lute?” Angie blushed, her green cheeks turning brown.

“I’ve never been in the lake in human form,” she confessed. “It was just sort of…instinctive to turn frog. I didn’t even think about it.”

“But you can remain in human form while submerged in water,” Ford pried. “This was merely your body following the pattern you established.” Angie nodded. “Hmm. Fascinating.”

“Please stop sayin’ that fer things regardin’ my little sister,” Fiddleford begged.

“But she is fascinating,” Ford said. “She’s the first nixie I’ve seen and-”

“Is it s’pposed to be movin’?” Lute interrupted. Everyone looked over at the egg. Sure enough, it was rocking back and forth in the small pool. Stan looked at Angie. Her eyes were wide. She quickly got into the pool with the egg.

“Are you all right, honey?” she asked quietly, stroking the egg. The egg rocked more violently as the tadpole pushed against the membrane. Then, before their eyes, a tear formed. “Oh my- oh my goodness.” The tadpole slid out of the egg, into the water. Stan fell to his knees by the side of the pool.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. Ford, Fiddleford, and Lute knelt as well.

“I think we just watched our new niece or nephew get born,” Ford commented. The freshly hatched tadpole, the size of a human newborn, was swimming happily around the pool. Unlike Angie, whose nixie skin was green, the tadpole had mottled brown skin, and, like a regular tadpole, had a tail instead of legs. “Angie, is your child male or female?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure,” Angie said after a moment. She caught the tadpole with her arms, hugging it close. “Determining sex of amphibians isn’t easy to do.” Stan sat down and dangled his legs in the pool.

“C’mere, Ang.” Angie came over, still holding the tadpole. Stan looked down at his child, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Most of the tadpole’s features in nixie form were very similar to Angie’s. There were a couple differences, namely that the tadpole’s nose looked like Angie’s human one, not her nixie one. The only other difference aside from skin color, was the tadpole’s eye color. Brown, not blue. Stan smiled.

The kid’s got my eyes.

“Hey, kiddo,” Stan said quietly. The tadpole looked up at him curiously. “I might be a human, but I’m still your dad, got it?” The tadpole blinked. “Good work, babe. The kid’s just as gorgeous as you are.” Angie smiled. Stan leaned over and kissed her. The moment his lips touched Angie’s, a strange prickling sensation spread across Stan’s skin.

“What in the-” Lute muttered. Ford swore softly. Stan broke off the kiss to look at their audience.

“What, you’ve never seen a guy kiss his gal?” he demanded. His eyes widened at the suddenly much lower pitch to his voice, as well as the change in tone. Fiddleford and Lute’s jaws dropped.

“Ya don’t sound like a smoker no more,” Lute said after a moment. He gestured to Stan. “Maybe it has somethin’ to do with whatever just happened to yer skin.”

“My skin?” Stan looked down at his hands. His jaw dropped. His skin was soft and slimy like Angie’s, mottled brown like their tadpole’s. “Uh…”

“I warned you, Stanley,” Ford said. Stan looked up at his twin. To his surprise, Ford looked more amused than upset. “I warned you that if you continued to interact with Angie in nixie form, you would become a magical creature yourself.”

“That’s what just happened?” Lute asked. “But he don’t look anything like Angie or the, uh, the pollywog! His skin and voice changed, that’s all.”

“Okay, I need to get a good look at myself,” Stan muttered. Angie scooted away so that Stan could use the pool to look at his reflection. Stan leaned over, staring at the water. Like Lute had said, his features had remained the same, though his skin was now of the same texture as Angie and the tadpole. His face and the front of his body were a pale brown, with dark brown mottling around his sides. “I look like the missing link between myself and Angie.” Angie snickered softly.

“This is just an intermediate stage,” Ford said. “I have no doubts that you’ll soon complete your transformation into a nixie.”

“Huh.” Stan looked up at Angie. “Guess you don’t get to hog all the fresh bait now.”

“Pardon?” Lute asked. Stan looked over his shoulder.

“You’re still here?” he drawled. Lute scowled.

“Stan’s got a point,” Angie said. “Would the three of you mind leaving us alone for some quality time with our little pollywog?” Ford, Fiddleford, and Lute got up.

“Ya best bring that lil one of ya over first thing tomorrow, okay?” Fiddleford instructed. Stan waved a hand airily, noting absently that thin webbing stretched between his otherwise unchanged fingers.

“Yeah, yeah. Now, beat it.” Their brothers left. Stan looked at Angie. He winked. “Hey, babe.” Angie giggled. Stan removed his clothes and slid into the pool with Angie. Angie, still holding the tadpole, scooted over to be next to Stan.

“Given your color and the little one’s color, I wonder if our kidlet might be a boy,” Angie said, stroking the tadpole.

“Are you sure?”

“No. But it’s our best lead. So until we have some other piece of evidence, should we call the kidlet our son?” Angie asked. Stan grinned.

“I’ve always wanted a son, so, I’m down for it.”

“Hmm, or maybe you’re just happy because the name we came up with for a boy was Stan Junior,” Angie teased. She kissed his cheek. Stan felt another strange tingling, but this time, concentrated around his hands and feet. He looked down at his hands. They were now large and webbed like Angie’s. “Whoops.”

“Eh. I’m gonna turn all nixie at some point,” Stan said with a shrug. He looped an arm around Angie’s shoulders. She leaned against him. Stan stroked his son’s bald head. “Junior, I’m glad you’re here,” he said quietly. Angie smiled.

“So am I.”

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